In the Heat of the Moment

In the end,

What really matters?

The laurels and honors?

The accolades held on high?

The world moves on.

Grinding forward,

In the heat of the moment.

 

Blood on the pavement.

The fighter stands,

Broken on the edge of shattered hopes.

Reeling like a drunkard,

He falls.

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