This mind is lost.
Soul has become of frost.
The mind is tired.
Keeps his body wired.
With life's bullshit.
Still lives to live.
Has his friends and enemies.
Using the weights for his remedy.
Pushing it with all his strength.
Going energy's length.
Demon underneath the skin.
Animal growing within.
Activation of all muscle cells.
Blood flowing like a river in hell.
Equal to life and death.
All the way to the very last rep.
He does not know how to quit.
Until his arms lock the weight.
Realizing at that very moment.
It's never too late.
To fight for the things you love.
...And also hate.

-Gary O'Riley.

not bad ... not bad at all ... *high fives* ...

Thank ya

I'm not much of a poet, but when I want to write somethin...I'm going to write somethin gosh damn. If that makes sense. lol