Staring Death In His Corner

STARING DEATH IN HIS CORNER I'm not the best pound for pound boxer trading blow for blow This bout won't end in this 36th round, battling from the cradle from the set go when my eyes refuses to behold life's wound, uninterested in deciphering life's code show, from when my wailing became a sound, this boy baby became life's Eskimo And you death, stare a brother in the face. Despite the scar from the Diviner's torment, He who bare in hand the enamor of grace, The Father of all and the master of your fate, you came for The son all to number his days. But this in-ring soldier is born to fight & be great. Pain you bring is sweetener enroute my eternal place. IF I FEEL PAIN, I AM ALIVE surviving like the edge of a knife. IF I AM ALIVE, I CAN FIGHT, triumphing over thee day & night. IF I CAN FIGHT, I CAN WIN (while trumpet of my victory keeps blowin') because that's what Victor's do. Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Form: Chandler Sonnet Copyright© April, 2021.