A dreamer high in the clouds
Abandoned in the ring, sweat dripping from his face
Memories of childhood’s imagination being chased by this incubus whose shadow lurks behind
Pain overcomes this body
Every jab a moment of temporary survival
Each enemy a new faceless opponent
Overpower your victim with the strength of your punch
Compassion rests in the chair awaiting a reunion after the final bell
Alone in birth
Alone in death
Alone surrounded by millions
The cheers are a deafening silence
In the zone
Now eye to eye a hunter and its prey meet
Who will be left standing?
Who will walk away and live for another day?
A battle of mental toughness and willing acceptance of fate
The boxer has chosen a destiny scripted in the sand for generations to look back upon
He is a warrior
The ruler of his senses; the architect of his castle
The clock ticks away and the hourglass slowly losses sand to gravity and time
Will this be a moment of triumph or an opus of a fallen soldier?