On the court
My head being stabbed with heat
Ignoring the cheers from my family
My legs about to collapse
My feet aching
My hands sweaty as rain
My eyes blurring
The score gong down, becoming an avalanche
The towel on my head
There is silence and I’m blocking all thoughts.
My heart cold as ice
The game’s over.
I feel like crying but I am
Mentally too strong for that
I tell my eyes that I’m to
Dehydrated to cry
What a waste of water it would be.
I can’t ignore this odor haunting my thoughts.
Burning asphalt
The smell of my loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol wow hehe ive never heard or read a poem about a seeming sport event that read like a real life changing expirence good job i only ever trained for UFC so i dont know much about sports