Has  their midnight
When  the air
Suffocates, the
Noise silences,
The  colours blind
And  the mouth
Is shut while
The  brain quietly bleeds.

This is mine
And  I have
No-one  who  can
Help me now:  I am
From  the blow
You  meted out:
Winded  and
Done, counted
Out  on the floor.

I saw a fist raised
To  take the win
But  know that one
Victory does not
 Gain the war.
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