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Fight behind my eyes
Fight throughout my mind
Fight with every drop
Fight until I stop.

The stop is the fall, the knockout, the dark,
It´s over but it´s never over.
The taste of the fear, of the truth, of forget,
The sound of the bell as it thunders.

Back to the ropes and eyes up to Amy,
Running away from the light.
Jab, 1-2, to my strength, to my soul,
I´d like to give up this fight.

Visually, this makes me think of a boxer at first, but then into anyone that has to fight. The struggle of deciding whether to stop, or continue on fighting for the off chance that it'll be worth it in the long run. Being able to visualize something means it was a success of a free form poem. (at least for me it is) A+

I think this is something a lot of people can relate to at one point in your life. Someone is always going to have to fight for something. Maybe not physically, but there are still times where everyone has to fight for something they want in life.