A year’s passed since he left the game;
Feeling the competitive itch,
Fight for the love, not to get rich.
While gone, nothing has been the same;
He missed the lights, fans, and the fame;
He missed being locked in the cage,
Hearing the bell, unleashing rage.
What would he do without a fight?
Life without rounds doesn’t seem right,
He’s not ready to turn the page.
Prompted from the Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/05/06/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-itch/.