In Between Rounds

I have worn my skin down to its last stitch

and I am now rewarded with a rest

but I must still soak in the coach's pitch

and then put their methods to the test.

So whilst I try to refill my lungs

I cannot lay back and close my tired eyes

for they must closely observe frantic tongues

which attempt to devise plans and advise.

The break on the muscles is hard on the brain

and now my body dreads the next assault

knowing that it must yet withstand more pain

my brain wonders when this onslaught will halt.

A break can be welcome in between rounds

but the prospect of more scares and confounds.