Bijed
International Regular
Hi everyone
I wrote this poem a while back, but was too nervous to share it on here. To be honest, I'm still nervous, but you know, nothing ventured, nothing gained
Anyway, hope you enjoy it
At the close
As the sun slowly sets on the lush green field,
The captain can be seen barking orders,
And offering words of encouragement
To himself, as much as others
As he tries to distract himself from the thoughts whirling through his mind
For he's fought through five of the most draining, soul-destroying days he'd ever known
As both teams took turns to fight back when there was no hope
Only to falter before they could land the killer blow
But he never gave up, and just two hours ago, he was a hero
The game was in the bag.
Then a cruel hour passed and he was a laughing-stock,
The man who had snatched defeat from the jaws of victory.
And now with just a single ball, two runs and a solitary wicket between the teams,
No-one can say what will happen
And, though he knows he mustn’t show it,
He knows that he, his team-mates, the batsmen in the middle of a meaningless pep-talk,
The opposition team, all busy chewing their fingernails up on the balcony
The thousands of spectators on the edge of their seats
And the millions more who couldn’t be there, but have followed every minute in whatever way the can
Are all as nervous as each other.
It’s a game of the finest margins, everyone knows that.
It’s what attracts them to the game -
The suspense, the drama.
But this is something else -
A different level altogether.
They've never experienced this before.
And everybody knows, as the bowler begins his final run
And their hands shake and their hearts pound,
That they’re only a few seconds away from ecstasy like they’ve never known,
Or heartbreak, absolute and crushing
And they don’t know which, and it’s breaking them, tearing them apart from inside.
But they wouldn’t want it any other way
I wrote this poem a while back, but was too nervous to share it on here. To be honest, I'm still nervous, but you know, nothing ventured, nothing gained
Anyway, hope you enjoy it
At the close
As the sun slowly sets on the lush green field,
The captain can be seen barking orders,
And offering words of encouragement
To himself, as much as others
As he tries to distract himself from the thoughts whirling through his mind
For he's fought through five of the most draining, soul-destroying days he'd ever known
As both teams took turns to fight back when there was no hope
Only to falter before they could land the killer blow
But he never gave up, and just two hours ago, he was a hero
The game was in the bag.
Then a cruel hour passed and he was a laughing-stock,
The man who had snatched defeat from the jaws of victory.
And now with just a single ball, two runs and a solitary wicket between the teams,
No-one can say what will happen
And, though he knows he mustn’t show it,
He knows that he, his team-mates, the batsmen in the middle of a meaningless pep-talk,
The opposition team, all busy chewing their fingernails up on the balcony
The thousands of spectators on the edge of their seats
And the millions more who couldn’t be there, but have followed every minute in whatever way the can
Are all as nervous as each other.
It’s a game of the finest margins, everyone knows that.
It’s what attracts them to the game -
The suspense, the drama.
But this is something else -
A different level altogether.
They've never experienced this before.
And everybody knows, as the bowler begins his final run
And their hands shake and their hearts pound,
That they’re only a few seconds away from ecstasy like they’ve never known,
Or heartbreak, absolute and crushing
And they don’t know which, and it’s breaking them, tearing them apart from inside.
But they wouldn’t want it any other way
