A Fighters Eulagy

Thunder rolls over the hill
As my fist meets this bag
In time with the lightning
Fast and true s the leather burns my knuckles

The rain falls as my body works
In harmony with the rhythm of nature.
A spin and my heel meets leather
Each strike is an outlet and I feel better.

A straight, a jab, or a hook
Each time I don't even have to look.
The bag is my enemy and I aim to kill
For there is a bottomless pit of anger
Only its blood can fill

Sweat falls down my body
And my breath comes in gasps
And I keep hitting until time begins to lapse.

Thunder is my base
The rain is my symphony
Each problem flows away
With each enemy I face.

To me this bag screams
The insults I hear
The insecurities I bear
With each strike I make my mind more clear

On this night of storms
When the lightning strike
And the thunder rolls
A new fighter is born

I won't give up
I won't give in
Just keep coming
Because in the end I WILL win