The whistle roars, they start the scores
The ball is in your court
You pick the pace, you start the race
You hope for some support
You pass the ball, you read the field
Your teammates got your back
You fall, you stall, you bleed, you shield
While you launch another attack
The gong is struck, the time is up
You win the starting league
You cheer your squad, you hear applaud
Victory clears fatigue
You level up, you want the cup
But you see your mates ahead
In a different jersey, different shape
On a Different team instead
Their looks have changed, they now seem vile
Their friendly eyes long gone
The silent match had turned hostile
But still somehow you won
Teams got divided at every step
Turning against one another
And once what started as a team
Now tried to trip the other
Your confidence fell, you feel deserted
Your vision was starting to double
They sure meant well, but you coveted
Your world was starting to crumble
You run headfast, hoping to last
In the battleground for the day
Prepared for the worst, still fought with thirst
Thought ahead of your dismay
The results are what, they never came
Nor did you wish to see
What mattered was that nothing was same
Cause life wouldn't let it be
Life it is, you sure know this
Your team may once disband
And at the end its hard to miss
That you alone will stand
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Willful Verses
PoetryWords. Words are power, words are hope, words are comfort and words are strong. Specially when they are intertwined into beautiful strings of lines which weave into verses and ultimately gives us warmth in the form of a poem. Everyone has there un...
