Coach

And it was over
Air staggered out of his chest
As he toppled down
On the well-manicured lawn
Pain like no other
Dominated his body
Shattered his spirit
The words were already there
His mind all made up
His lips about to utter
A tired surrender
Because this was justified
He already tried
He was not cut out for this
But a friendly voice
Declared today’s achievements
Detailed the numbers
It all seemed believable
And he did believe
Perhaps he can try again
He smiled as he clicked
Got up from the ruined lawn
Exited the app
Then went on his merry way

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