Quarterback - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
John was a quarterback in middle school,
Whom yearned for so much more.
last night he went to sleep like any other night except his dream was unlike one he'd ever had before.
He had an dream he played football amongst the stars.
Him and his tattered football.
Strings coming loose at the seams.
Looming their self in the constellations along the milky way.
The longer he slept, the more he felt he belonged.
An social outcast, interested in a light of his own.
Dreaming away in the loft of his imagination,
As he threw the ball past Mercury.
There wasn't a whistle blown by the coach.
There wasn't a complaint by any of his teammates.
As their dreams stared timidly out the window in the shadow of his light.
The Sun always gleamed off the enjoyment shone in his eyes.
There wasn't a need to look at the clock to complete the scrimmage toward Pluto.
He was considered number one in his district.
As the stress put on him from day to day all rocketed into hours.
A distant memory,
All Without a single flag from the referee
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