14 to 15

            

  This poem was originally our picture poem. I based off a picture of a football player on his knees with his hands in his face crying, and behind stood a scoreboard with 14-15 in big bright numbers. I also play football. So it was very easy to put myself in his shoes. This poem is one of my favorites, I hope you enjoy

14 to 15

In my prim I had speed

Now my knee is shattered

At 18, all I have are my dreams

All those starts, no longer mattered

I let down my mom, I let down my team

14 to 15

This last game is what I need

It's a hunger

I need to too feed

For that last second of play

I'm on my knees in plead

It's my very last game

14 to 15

This shame hurts

My last name

Mouth full of dirt

I can’t believe it was my last game

Blood on my shirt

And still no fame