A Competition, Sometime, Somewhere

The day was so big!
Much bigger than any normal day, where
things are much of a muchness and
time passes by without so much as a care.
No, this was the day. It was so heavy,
I should know,
I’d been carrying it for weeks, years even.
It had worn me down, down to the ground.

Things were  supposed to happen this day.

Sparks!
Where are the sparks!
I tried and tried, I tried until I died.
Couldn’t bare to watch as
my title flew off with the swift flight of
a club twirling through the air.
Still
I bravely salvaged a souvenir from the battle.
And I felt free at last.

Future battles will be more enjoyable now.

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