Below is the poem entitled Remembering My First KO which was written by poet
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A breaking branch
And clear sky in my vison
The sensaton of falling is not a sensation...
A dull thud reminds me to where
Vague screams sound more like lullabies
While my back becomes oddly warm
I think before slipping into dark calm...
"I hope that's not my blood."
But my fading consciousness assures me
That it is
Sleep ... minutes ... hours pass?
I wake in a tub filled with bloody water
I tell myself I'm dreaming
But then I remember the concrete pillow I went to sleep on
There are people around
Like music in a grocery store
And I hear a questioning word...
Then a familiar voice...
"Naw, he's fine."
Which I found funny for some reason
And gave a thumbs up before I grinned
Back into my red bath of distant dreams
*Second KO coming soon...