Poetry 

                   I   STAND

I stand outside 

In the cold

In the snow

In the ice

In the sleet

In the rain

You may ask why I do this

Why I stand outside these doors 

These doors 

That hold my excitement 

I stand alongside others

Who wait as I do

To see the gladiators

With their gloves on 

Sticks in hand

Ready to do battle 

At last the doors that hold

My anticipation are open

As I walk through 

I can smell the ice

I can feel the coldness

I take to my seat in the bowl

Even though my bones crave heat

I crave for more

It’s not long before 

This centuries gladiators enter

Take to the ice

Their blades sharpen to cut

Their focus on one thing

And one thing only

To bring their opponents down

And I 

I who sit here

To witness ones defeat

And ones victory 

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