Encore!

It hurts,it bloody hurts,I am enervated,ready to drop the towel and give up,

Continously taking blows,from this pugilist,who seems all pumped up.

This opponent,seems indefatigable,and I so fatigued,

Is this bout ,all futile,abortive,I think as I bleed.

Head swirling,legs shaking,vision blurring and my body,Oh so sore,

An inner chime,that resonates,as mind and body say,no more.

Pain,too immense to be just waited upon till it subsides,

My will,a broken bulwark,in shambles and I can’t tread,can’t decide.

Blows coming down like a deluge,each stronger than one previous,

But I am not dodging them anymore,taking them on,I am now,impervious.

I am smiling,as if floating in space,

As I take another heavy blow,right on my face.

Boom,blood gushing out,numbing pain I can no longer feel,

Strangely,I realize,it’s a part of game,not something that I cannot deal.

Bring it on mate,I struggle,I stand and I shout out loud,

I may lose the round,but I will not lose this bout.

He does not stop either,smiles,and hurls at me one more,

I don’t retreat,and I move ahead and say “Encore”.