Kick Boxing Is A Way Of Life Poem by Crimson Love

Broken Dreams are made upon failure,
You never give up until your final breath,
You keep fighting, even if it means your death,
Boxing isn't just fighting, Its a way of life,
Lost in eternity with this blunt knife,
You wake to a day of training, You don't stop till the body collapses,
You punch until your knuckles bleed,
You kick until your legs turn purple,
You never rest for the fear of someone trying to take your place,
Forever lost between this space,
Between your body and mind,
You try to sleep,
But this pain is to deep,
You feel it in your bones,
You feel it in your dreams,
Bloody tears falling into these once healthy streams,
Forever Poisoned, and cursed but blessed to live this way,
A life in the arena, Is where I'll stay.