Boxing Too Many Shadows Poem by Alexander Downie

Stand freaking still, I can't land that last fatal body blow
you keep out manoeuvring me, as fast as I throw.
you absorb my most powerful punches as if I was an ant,
if I stand still and scream at the wall your stoic to my rant.

I will be a Gentleman Jim and not kick when you're down,
why are you still there every tough time I spin around?
I can't hear you breath and can't taste your hot sweat,
until our next session then, it is your fault, don't let me forget!