I felt a punch collide with my face
It left a stinging mark
They punched me in the gut just in case
And I started having flashes of dark
From my lip came a trickle of blood
They turned me into a punching bag
And pushed me into the mud
I felt as disposable as a rag
I have to bare it
Because I have a fighting spirit
I have to endure it
Because I have a fighting spirit
I get up on my feet
Ready to go
I will not be beat
I will give them a show
I have the fighting spirit
I will not be beat
I have endured it
And it's not me that's lying in the street
YOU ARE READING
The Death Poems
PoetryPoems about death, sadness, evil, sin, etc. There may be some poems that have the same theme, but all of them are different and original. Collection 2 is now published, so please check that one out as well.
