The Eyes of a Fighter

In the eyes of a fighter,
Where nothing matters but the love of the game
When everything is put on the line;
Hours of preparation are finally put into play
The blood, the sweat, the mental edge all cause chaos in the mind
Trying to hold on even though his body tells him to let go
Knowing his opponent looks just as anguished
Brings little consolation in his world of pain
Defeat is his worst enemy and knowing that if he lost
His dream would die,his heart would bleed,
And his future would perish.
The eyes of a fighter are cold, his face expressionless
He is in a war not only with his opposition, but with himself
The greater one being with himself
Having to possibly live with the sting should he fail,
And learning something about himself in the process
And should he seize the day and win this battle,
He will no longer be looking through the eyes of a fighter,
But through the eyes of a champion.

The Eyes of a Fighter

lynnylou

London, United Kingdom

  • Artist
    Notes
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.