The Field

How I feel at my second home, the field

When I’m on the field,

I’m alone

The only one there

Sweat beads collect

On my forehead

My breathing labored

Adrenaline

Coursing through me

I feel the intensity

Pour from inside

I lose myself

My focus on

One thing

The ball

I see it

She dribbles

I strike

My foot connects

Mud flies

The ball skids away

She curses

I wipe the dirt

I hold out my hand

She takes it

The moment forgotten

With a simple nod

In the end

No else matters

What counts

Is what I do

My contribution

My effort

Even though

It’s nice to win

When you try

You never lose.

 

Author's Note

please review!!! :)

Reviews

[beautiful dreamer]

wow girl. now im going to have to write "the stage" but it will never be as good as this

[C.C. Marx]

Aww thanks twinny!!! You should though, describe your second home :)

[Lover Of Words]

I love this

[C.C. Marx]

Thanks for visiting I'm gonna have to review some of yours now!! request any you want read :)

[Lover Of Words]

I will thank you Welcome to just pick and choose as well

[C.C. Marx]

I definitely will! anyone who takes the time to review my work is owed a review for there fantastic work

[Sid]

Even though
It’s nice to win
When you try
You never lose
great words these...great poem, well done!!

[C.C. Marx]

thank you, i appreciate the comment!!

[Sami Khalil]

The moment forgotten
with a simple nod.
A nice write.

[C.C. Marx]

thank you very much for the review! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.