Fist Fight

My fists clenched tight, as I face my demons, my heart devides. The rage, the pain, it's toxic in my vains. I stand firm as I prepare for this battle, my soul screams in agony's chains. Then the first punch lands hard, a crack to the Jawbone. I stumble back dazed, but not overthrown. Feuled by anger & spite, our fists clash a furry of blows in a dance of fight. I take a step back, a chance to redeem myself. Now he had fear I could tell. Then it was a blur of sweet & Blood. As I unleash my wrath, a torrent of emotions, he shows the pain & i see his fear, now doubting his own devotion.. His broken, his laying on the out cold, then i boked him, I'm to poetry for you #@&% im too out spoken! Then i turned around, walked away as if I don't even know him..