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[wntfanatic9]

lights watching every move
the ground
feeling every step, every vibration
a familiar scent filling the air
dew forming on blades of grass
the stillness of the field
completely isolated
surrounded by darkness
lungs filling up on crisp, cold air
the sound of cleats in the hallway
bags rubbing against the walls
teammates talking, joking around
contact of ball and cleats
nerves taking over
pregame jitters
single file
in the middle of the battlefield
listening
an anthem that unites a country
friendly smiles transform
game faces emerge
voices ready for commands
bodies prepared
for a full blown battle, 90 minutes
our field, our game
ready to play

i wont leave you
those words, heard before
outcome: negative result
nowhere to be found
calls un answered
weeks pass
still no word
swallowed pride
sis what needed to be done
figured my phone would ring
you be the one calling
wrong once more
oh how things were different
and what theyre become of now
memories of happy times
times filled with laughter
now remains only silence

the light at the end of the tunnel
darkness beginning to break
pushing onward
dreams forgotten, left behind
no more planning
accepting my past
the physical and emotional pain
remembered by a scar
life becoming different
a familiar itch is returning
should i listen or ignore it
to scratch or not to scratch
that is the question