The BoxerA Poem by Jayden IretonI remember. I remember those times so well. Well I remember them a little. Each punch I threw could end a career. Each punch thrown at me left a mark I cannot see, I can hardly hear. The ringing never stops, The memory sometimes disappears. I tremble all the time, I can hardly sleep. Life is hard when they said it would be easy. The money was supposed to give me my dreams. All it does is go to medical bills. Each punch ruined me, I do not live But I do not die. © 2013 Jayden Ireton |
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