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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He sits in a room which is spacious and quiet. He stares at the wall, contemplating his diet. He thinks way back to ten years prior, at the weight he once was, now he’s three weights higher. It all seemed so easy, to eat properly and train. It all seemed so worth it, the titles, the reign. At thirty five years of age, the young man he’s old. The young man’s been warned of the danger fate holds. But he knows no different, it’s all he does know. The training, press conferences. The weigh in for the show. He never was the most skilled, the most technically gifted. The wins became seldom as the hopes and dreams drifted. Thinking long ago when he last held a belt, It wasnt a bad run, with the cards he was dealt. He had a good spell for a couple of years. Which soon faded away with all the chanting and cheers. He remembers the days with his wife at ringside. His sons at school, telling their friends with pride. Though He wished that he’d had a better defence, as the beatings he took were nothing short of immense. A special kind of fighter, they would say. ‘A warrior’ they would shout. It’s okay he got beaten so bad, And in the tenth got knocked out! Hi sits in a room which is spacious and quiet. He stairs at the wall, contemplating his diet. He’s scared and anxious, he knows he can’t win. He knows it’s all over once he’s hit on that chin. He paces about, he shivers and cries. He believes no one cares if he lives or he dies. But the truth is they do, they’ve kept him away. He was in no fit state to have his own say. The damage had been done, that’s what they said. As the fight he had trained for was all in his head. He’s now in good hands, he’s now safe and sound. He’s now in a place with few people around. So he sits in a room which is spacious and quiet, as he stares at a wall, contemplating his diet.
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