"The Way Out" - soft pastel, 300x420mm |
The Way Out
By Mark Ivan Cole
I don’t want to go out there.Not today. Not anymore.
Not against this boy.
Not for the roar of the crowd, the laurel wreath.
Not anymore.
I’ve done this too many times. My knees are crumbling. My ribs ache with every breath. That unlucky cut from the last fight still seeps a little.
I can’t go home again.
No one goes home once they’ve made it to Rome.