Duelist
only a boy,
faced by a man.
how can he win,
when they force his hand?
he doesn't know,
but he cannot lose.
this everyone knows,
except maybe the man,
standing next to him.
a fearless grin,
a feint, attack.
struck to his knee's
bleeding and broken.
yet he stands up,
and keeps fighting back.
another day, a bloodied face
same boy, simply older now
the world against him,
refusing to lose, he still can't win
the fight goes on,
the world spins
yet he's on his feet again
startled awake,
sitting in bed,
could it be
it was all in his head?
This poem was written by James Robert-Allen Liboiron on Sep 10, 2007.
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