Little boy <br />Only six <br />Defends himself <br />Throws his fist <br />He runs away <br />Never looks back <br />Too afraid <br />Avoids attack <br /> <br />Now at ten <br />He stands alone <br />Doesn't know when <br />To go back home <br />He keeps fighting <br />Staying strong <br />But times ticking <br />On and on <br /> <br />Fifteen years of age <br />Drop kicks and punches <br />Fueled with rage <br />Rolls in the money <br />Keeps a fair wage <br />Still lost <br />Still alone <br />Still fighting <br />To find a way back <br />Home <br /> <br />Tears glisten his eyes <br />As seventeen years pass by <br />Has nothing left <br />But fights and debt <br />In the ring he's invincible <br />Whom nobody can beat <br />But when he leaves <br />He's reminded how weak <br />A man can really be <br /> <br />Home is just a dream <br />To him it seems <br />As age twenty-one peaks <br />The memories haunt him <br />Fill him with need <br />To find a way out <br />To leave the city's greed <br />But how can you find <br />A place so pure <br />When your so tainted <br />A home so beautiful <br />It seems like it's painted <br />Hope surges in his chest <br />As he packs his bags <br />And heads out west <br />A smile touches his lips <br />As he thinks of the best <br /> <br />Age twenty-five <br />He drops his bag <br />Thanks God he's alive <br />For home is in his view <br />Sights so familiar <br />Yet everything new <br />He breathes in the air <br />Feeling on cloud nine <br />He falls to his knees <br />Bows his head, cries<br /><br />Kelsey Martinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fighter-10/
