The Boxer

Never underestimate this opponent, While he's busy rolling up his sleeves. Though he looks like he isn't focused, Soon you'll be falling to your knees. I've watched him from a vague distance, He visualizes every single, lethal blow. In his mind's eye he quietly meditates, Carefully strategizing how this fight'll go. Like a pot about to boil over, The rage deep inside him slowly grows. He witnessed so much through horrific scenes, A well kept secret no outsider knows. He constantly replays this life's traumatic moments, Holding back the painfully silent tears. He'll never open up, to publically display, Haunting memories inflicted over the years. Although his mind and views are tainted, Because of the situations beyond his control. The Boxer's indestructible spirit is mighty, Protecting his heart and shielding his soul.