He’s cutting off and giving up
Without even realising
Lights off, eyes shut
Nothing he’s seen, seems appetising.

Pulling out of the race
Feeling no need to compete
Turning away his face
With barely a breeze, he’s admitting defeat.

He just see’s no point in the struggle
The arduous risk taking
Just seems to be hassle and trouble
And losing is so heartbreaking.

Positivity leaves his veins
Trembling nerves take its place
Negativity controls his brain
A dark force, without a face.

© Daniel Breslin