The Boxer

"All I ever wanted, was to be a boxer.
I still do!"
His eyes pretty lifeless as he gazed up the sky.
What had happened?
He found the pain raising from his heart and reaching both his arms, making them unable to move.
Just, what kind of life he lived that crushed his choice to cry even in dire situations.
Just where everything went wrong?
His seamlessly dry eyes, unable to produce tears looked at the grave one more time.
The grave of his dreams.
"I'll be champion one day, I promise!
I promise!
I promise!"
As he muttered again and again, his frustration turned to grieve, numbing his eyes.
As he muttered again and while looking at the grave in front of him, his closed his hands in a tightened fists, no longer seem to care, he dropped to his knees and cried.
The lifeless soul had returned back to life.
He screamed and cried, the grieve he felt brought firm determination with it .
Just what had occurred in the life a new adult man, belonging to a middle class background and not a well stabled country?
His sole wish was to just become a boxer and his wish remains the same.
But, the soul, perhaps had shaken hands with the spirit of it.