The End (Of Soccer) Poem by Gab Oso

The adrenaline.
The excitement.
The energy.
It surrounded the field.
The whistle blew.
One team against another.
One world against another.
They raced for the ball.
Dribble, dribble, pass shoot.
The other team scored.
Two minutes into the game.
Cheers came from one side of the field.
“I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.” Cried a defender.
Her team reassured her it wasn’t, even thought they all knew it was.
“C’mon guys, it’s not over, we can win this.”
One girl whispered.
Everyone was back in position.
They were ready to strike back.
Except their centre midfielder.
She could feel her knee acting up again.
She reminded herself to not limp, or else, she would have to get of the field, and helplessly watch the game.
She could see that smirk.
The smirk on the opposing team.
“How dumb.” She thought.
“They think they’re going to win.”
The whistle blew once more.
She received a pass.
Passed it back.
This was how it continued.
Running, passing, stealing the ball, taking a shot on net.
They made sure to not make it easy for the other team.
She ran but unknowingly, she limped.
She had the ball,
She raged up the field.
No one could catch her now.
Her knee throbbed, but she ran on.
“Kick her in the knee.”
She heard the other team hiss.
Right then she passed the ball to her centre striker.
Then, there was the pain.
A hard blow to her already aching knee.
Her knee buckled.
She collapsed onto the field.
She could think of nothing but the pain.
It was overwhelming.
But then there was the anger.
She wanted to stand.
She wanted to tackle the girl who had kicked her.
She wanted her revenge.
But it wasn’t possible.
She was done.
No more playing soccer.
No more living.