Rage In the Cage

The scowl he wore proved he was mad,

Absorbing all his foe’s trash talk,

Letting him think he can peacock.

This dude’s all chatter, he’s not bad;

A short glimpse of fear made him glad.

His opponent broke their hard stare;

He knew he’d win, right then and there.

Now he needed the bell to ring;

All the words would come back and sting,

Attacking like a grizzly bear.

Prompted from the Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/04/29/decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-mad/.

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