A Reflection on Brevity

Over Before It Started

Foot on the starting line,
I ready myself
for the excitement,
the rush,
the pure energy
that is surging through me,
a thousand volts a second.
Yet, just as I'm about to leap forward
and accomplish the impossible,
it all fades away.
And I'm left standing in a cold, airless box.

Alone.

The cheers of fans
are now mocking cries
echoing in my head,
telling me to succeed
in that which has been
taken away from me.

So now I wait for someone
to pry this prison open
and release me from my misery.
Perhaps then I will persevere,
but for now I will train.
For I will get out,
and when I do,
I'll be ready.