The Tenth Round Starts

Stay down, stay there and sleep.
I stand there with my guard raised.
He is my greatest foe alive, an eternal rival.
My inner demon fights for dominance and survival.

Fools that we are, we slug it out.
Caged in ten-round bout.
I'm on my final stretch, I want to retch.
I've taken too many blows & I'm being bent in half.

The bell rings, the crowd sings.
Victory due to point decision.
In my derision, I cant help but laugh.
Middleweight Champion of my mind, raises his fist.
But we both know it won't end with just this.

"Ding Ding"

Here comes the new day.

Words Fail Me

I'm so fast, yet so slow.

My favorite phrase is "I don't know"

As myself I hope to grow.
And I've run into a wall.

I cant utter a syllable.
I know I'm in trouble.

I need my gab again.

Before I gag again.

Like I'm being strangled.

Why can't I speak?

I'm not that meek.

At least, I hope I'm not.

I try to present what I've got.

I've got pitches, lines, and attacks.

All stopped cold in their tracks.

I can't convey what's in my head.

Wants and desires left unsaid.

How I'm feeling, and why.

Struck dumb and suddenly shy.

Damn my oh so fickle voice.
I'd speak if I had the choice.

But with just one look from you...
Words Fail Me.