Championship

Fists fly, feet kick, 
anger increases.
Must hit something, 
cause pain.
Must win, must defeat.

The championship is here
I've made it this far.
I listen to the sounds, 
the sounds of the fights.
I'm next, I fight next.

Will I win?
Will I lose?
Who knows, 
but I do know
yes one thing I know
I will do my best.

I'll fight hard and long.
I won't back down until
I've won the fight.
That is what I trained for.

The championship is here
and I will try my best, 
try my best to win.

[A/N] Written for a friend who requested a poem about fighting.

Written: April 2011