Pressure
A tied game.
Seconds left.
With the knowledge of this,
I walk up to the line.
The free throw line.
The simplest shot,
Ever.
In a game.
With a deep breath,
I take the ball.
The ref says something,
But I am too anxious.
I position the ball in hand,
Take a deep breath,
Look up at the rim,
And shoot.
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PoetryThese are poems that I just made up. Enjoy and comments would be gladly accepted :) #924 in Poetry (pictures are NOT my own) #174 in relate
