> Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry & Paintings: Focus<META name="keywords" content="poetry, poems, poet, art, literature, writing, publishing, publish">



Eyes straight ahead, leaning into my foe,
I edge up to my goals, fist to fist, toe to toe.

No crowd screaming, nor ache of blow
will sway my focus, because I know,

in life's ring, no rematch can regain what I loose.
I'm as weak as I allow, and as strong as I choose.

Distractions come - I slip left, slip right,
but I'm through with corners, now I fight.


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