Knock-out.

Your heart races.

You fall yet again.

You've fallen so many times that you lost count.

Life continuously smacking you down.

Each time harder to recover from.

Black spots cover your vision and everything seems to float around.

You can't tell whether you've gained consciousness.

Each part of you feels like one big bruise.

And yet you feel like you should continue to try.

Taking shots in the dark.

Fighting the struggle.

Life treats you like quicksand;

The more you struggle,

The faster you sink.

Except the sinking happens more as a sudden punch

That puts you right back to the bottom where 

It's hardest to get up.

But no one ever stops struggling against the inevitable.

They fight until it swallows them whole.

It drives people mental.

Over the edge.

And out of consciousness.

Drowned in your own fight.

Fighting with yourself.

The only person who can lose is you.

The ultimate opponent.

The infinite knock-out.

Human dignity + compassion = Peace.