Though you think it’s you
I have need to defeat
You are wrong
I train every day
Every waking moment
Hours of pain and sweat
Muscular frame
Put through agony
For one brief moment’s ecstasy
Tortured dreams reveal
My life’s struggle
To defeat
My fears
Bite off the tears
Smite hesitation’s doubt
Flout the rules
Of what the human form may do
It’s not you
I fight
Not you I need to defeat
My brother
My struggle to win
Means I must conquer
Forever
The me
O ~ o ~
With thanks to Sleepy Drafts for reminding me that a poet lays down what is in their head. Inspired by comments made by a tennis champion. Don’t recall which one.
Written on a tram journey from Elmers End (middle right) to Wimbledon (far left).
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About the Creator
Raymond G Taylor
Author based in Margate on the English Kent coast, having moved from London. Known for his short stories and flash fiction, as well as poetry and non-fiction writing on subjects such as art, science, technology and the human condition
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