The sucker punch

He lay there on the chair like a dead guy, empty inside.

A lost man can still feel his breath to realize that there is still life left in him. But the sucker punch can sometimes take the will out of a person, the will to live, the will to breathe.

He had been delivered a blow that was long awaited and yet it shook him. Perhaps the damage was done slowly & realization was even slower. Pain that was enjoyable at first was torturous now. He looked one more blow away from the inevitable and his guard dropped, took the final one with a smile and lay down with a sense of peace. Peace of having given his all, literally.

Once inside the ring one fights for life, fights with all they have got and he did. Threw everything he had at it.

There isn’t a more demeaning site than knowing your fate before the fight begins but with an optimist hope in his heart he had fought a valiant battle. In return, he did receive the adulation and love that he longed for all his life. And yet, he went down with a feeling of having deserved more.

He lay there on the chair like a dead guy, empty inside.

His breath crackling, rales crisp and clear, heart pounding; he looked down. Breathed heavily. And then took a good look at himself wondering if he had tried hard enough. Coaxing his body for yet another shot; aware of the result and yet hoping to change his fate!

7 thoughts on “The sucker punch

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    room mate! He always kept talking about this. I will forward this write-up
    to him. Fairly certain he will have a good read.
    Many thanks for sharing!

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