Desire Poem by Trevor Lyf

Desire

The disgusting stench of shin guards and socks
enclosed in my duffle bag

The sound of cleats
thumping the ground
as we run up and down the hills

A game is not a game
without sweat and determination
poured into every step

We work harder
and harder everyday
all for the same reason

We want to feel
the joy and relief
of winning

I want the smell
of gatorade raining on me after we win...
DESIRE