Running On Fumes

One round down with two left to go:

“You’re moving like you’re stuck in gum,”

Coach pleads for a different outcome.

He trained hard to put on a show;

Adrenaline drops, now he’s slow.

All of his muscles seem to fail,

A deep breath in and long exhale.

If he can’t find a second wind,

Hopes of victory will get pinned.

Round two begins the epic tale.

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt at:

Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at:


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