A Footballer’s Great Escape

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Soundtracked
By a single Cello,
In black and white.
Is this match replayed out
In his head.
Stark as bones
Through bloodshot eyes.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 No dialogue
Just the heaving of lungs.
The pitch revolves
Around staggered feet.
Dancing rain
Spotlights a hopeless waltz.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The final reel
Brings a second wind
That is more a faint breeze.
Then the act suddenly halted:
A harsh whistle
That withers to a gentle lament
For the passing of youth.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The credits roll.
His mind fades out
Into sleep
Thankful and knowing
There was never
A better time to stop.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-footballers-great-escape/