The Defeated One

My life.
At this point it seems as if everyone around me has raced ahead
And I am left coughing in the clouds of dust left in their wake
As I either slowly inch my way forward
Dragging my body across the track
Or just lie there frozen,
Cheek pressed against the warm concrete in utter defeat

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