Friday, March 16, 2012

ASTHMA ATTACK


A cold clear day

The boys come out to play

Eleven players on the field of grass

A line up of future stars.



It's an exciting game of football

It promises not to be dull

A calculated pass; a sudden shot at goal!

The striker is on a scoring roll.



Boots kick up grass; throw up dust

He has to score, it's a must

Striker goes down, clutches chest

Wrong time to take a rest.



Striker stays down, breathless

Tears off his jersey, goes shirtless

Feels like tight bands around his chest, tightly gripping

Squeezing, almost choking.



Team mates run towards him

He struggles to breathe ; he can barely reply his team

Sweating, his voice, eerily musical, is croaked

He goes limp , the match is stopped.



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4 comments:

  1. Thank you Anna :o] for your kind comment.

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  2. Jeez...you're a poet and you know it!!

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  3. Oh really? Coming from you, I regard that highly. Thank you very much.

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