No Care In the Cage

Fearless stepping into the cage,

Yearning for the world to tune-in,

Bathed in blood with a loss or win;

No place for jokes, it’s time to rage.

The moment passes, turn the page.

Moon never full—always crescent,

A feeling to stave off despair,

So much goes in for constant care.

Bad things become a depressant,

Forge ahead being incessant. 

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt at:

Prompted from Your Daily Word Prompt at:

Prompted from The Daily Spur at:

Prompted from Three Things Challenge at:


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