Aileen_Love+that+Game

By: Aileen D. || Click here to hear a audio recording of this poem: || Three minutes left until we’re finished The game is tied 3-3 I groan to myself as another cramp jabs at my side I feel as if the heat is going to make me melt into a puddle It feels as if the Sun Ray’s are needles stabbing me in my back And then I spot it, the soccer ball It instantly comes into focus and I lock my eyes on it Like a cheetah hunts for prey I block out everything else but the soccer ball I bound over to it I have one minute to get to the other side of the field and score The clock is ticking The world is a blur but I keep going As I slither past the defenders, I fell a smirk come across my face This is it I have one shot 3....2....1 GOAL!!!!!!!!! ! ||  ||
 * **Love that Game**
 * My heart is pounding faster and faster as time ticks by