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Competition
Contributed by
Jax
on
Saturday, 12th October 2002 @ 11:15:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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The whistle blows
and I am on the court,
scared and anticipating the ball
that sores over the net
that I can't reach
while it fly's right past me
onto the floor.
"One Point!"
Tension builds like a volcano,
gritting teeth,
waiting to explode.
Why can't I just do it right?
People watch
but are unable to see
the competive game
I am having with myself.
Messing up the rotation,
mistakes reaccuring.
My heart sinks
as I fill with loathing
of my inability.
We start to come back,
taking the points
while I just watch,
uncontributing.
I am losing the fight,
we're winning the game.
Such a close call.
I can't handle the stress.
Who needs it anyway,
forget that.
We won regardless,
but somehow I lost.
Copyright ©
Jax
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2002-10-12 11:15:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Competition
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Thursday, 29th July 2004 @ 11:56:36 PM AEST (User
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i play soccer and i would say it is on a different competetive level but i still understand this exceptionally. i am my own worst critic and i also compete with myself. great write. very well written. i felt the emotion in it. |
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