A minute in and out of gas;

His chest heaves as he gasps for wind,

Then he sees his opponent grinned.

Weakness isn’t allowed to pass;

The fighter knew his ass was grass.

Cardio: coach said not to yield,

Feelings of quit, his fate was sealed.

Wins need more than takedowns and strikes,

Thoughts of loss, anxiety spikes;

Soon, he left the cage on his shield.

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/07/01/decima-poetry-prompt-wind/.