Going, Going, Gone...

by .K.i.T.t.Y.   Jul 13, 2007


Sitting in the sidelines,
Gazing across the field,
Watching the play of my life,
Slip through my fingertips.

All the loud cheers,
Muffled.
Every sense of victory,
Washed.

As the last seconds tick,
Suspension fades,
The knowledge of loss
Is evident.

Why must the game go on,
When the outcome
Has been decided,
And the players continue to suffer.

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Ick. That wasn't too wonderful...
I was cleaning out my papers, when I found a version of this. I slightly fixed it up...

If you think it's good, read it again.

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  • 17 years ago

    by JaMeS

    I agree with invisibilty pad it out add more to it and it would be a great poem is the message about fate or just that particular moment maybe? well done anyway

  • 17 years ago

    by Michelle18

    Actually this poem isnt all that bad..i think its pretty good..maybe add a little more to it but its ok just the way it is..good job!

    ~Michelle~

  • 17 years ago

    by ├Truely_Spoken┤

    I enjoyed the poem
    this is a good example of why you shouldnt throw old poems out
    I find them all the time, and i keep them in a binder

    i like the ideas behind it

    please check out my poem Kryptonite when you get the chance (rate/comment)

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