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Boxer, can you see through bloodied vision?
this conflict born from all of Adam's sons
subterfuge meets necessity in life's arena
He stands alone who thinks alone homeless
who battles indecision and oppression
or who stands for his own valour
In the clearing where all men may fail,
fearless David feigned his madness
only fighters know full share of sadness
Here carrow poets gather to boggle die
itinerants in verse they gamble words
authors of the sounds of silence
Renown inflamed can be an awkward ally
these two as brothers sworn opined
to consider well their theory, write it down
Notes, chorus set to theme as Scorcose's
who imagined another story re. boxer glory
their song ignites the page, it lights a stage
Duo-artists, single spot, plaintiff, almost holy
Just a poor boy, a story seldom told,
a pocketful of mumbles, railway station cold
This tragedy of ecstasy it hits emotions hard
A song, a raging bull of Marciano harshness
Our boxer boy beds down in ragged darkness
He, just looking for an honest workman's wage
as these lyrical masters, harmonies so sweet
who surely knew the lonely times they declare
Song, the Boxer stands on mountainous terrain
in verdant, lonesome valleys, a homeless refrain
it stands me up, unifies courage, confirms our pain
© edenbraytoday12.04.2021
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One response to ““BOXER .. .” by edenbray.”
Nice poem.
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