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Forced back on defense, blows one by one they came.
Impacts reaching deep inside, searing skin aflame.
Each kick breaks me further, each punch bends me lower.
Ripping me from bone and soul, with overwhelming power.
Backed into a corner, my stamina approaching limits.
Destructive surge welling up, all reason it inhibits.
Whistle calls us center, I struggle to my feet.
Help is offered...I shrug it off, refusing the hand of defeat.
Determined until the end, guided blindly by my rage.
A viscious beast I've been released, from my wretched cage.
The whistle sounds again, commencing battle once more.
Springing forth from my stance, an offense like none before.
Eye contact made it's far too late, my foot has found its mark.
Pushing him back across the floor, breath stolen and no remark.
No beats missed I close the gap, my fists rain down like lightning.
Unrelenting and uncontrolled, my judgment hushed while fighting.
Swallowed by my darkness, my rage pushed passed its peak.
I reached out with my fist clenched tight, and connected with his cheek.
He falls to the floor stricken with fright, at two teeth I knocked out.
Moving a hand to cradle the jaw, blood pouring from his mouth.
Writhing in agony he's wheeled away, his screams are sound with pain.
Kneeling down I pick up, the teeth from the crimson stain.
Remorse replaced relent, my conscience grip I feel.
I fight on fearing but never forgetting, the damage my mind can deal.

*a small side-note*: the event in this poem is a blown-up abstraction of what happened to me at a Tae Kwon Do tournament about 3 years ago. Fortunatly, I did not knock his teeth out, but it was a K.O. (knock out) victory for me. Also, it was a spinning hook kick not a punch.