Hitting A Wall

A combination landed; he didn’t budge.

Coach suggested dragging the fight to the ground.

Just wanting a a win in their trash talk fueled grudge,

He thought: maybe I’ll try that in the next round.

But when the bell sounded, he ditched the plan;

Ego had taken hold, making a madman.

Insistent to punish, but he held sturdy;

Soon, he tires, overhead there’s a birdie.

Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Rispetto Poetry Prompt Challenge at: https://mmastorytime.com/2021/02/02/mma-storytimes-rispetto-poetry-prompt-challenge-67/.

Prompted from Your Daily Word Prompt at: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/02/05/your-daily-word-prompt-insistent-ydwordprompt-february-5-2021/.

Prompted from Three Things Challenge at: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/02/05/three-things-challenge-500/.

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