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P. A. Systems

Terry Quinn

Sunday, March 7th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’m in place
Minutes to the teams
A small silence
To hold my fears
Breathing out,
Letting go,
And I can’t.
Pinned to the seat,
I can’t think,
The P. A.’s taken over;
Can’t think,
Drowning,
Mouth open
And I’m drowning,
All around people drowning
Mouths open, no sounds,
Drowning in a sea of noise.
The tannoy’s taken over
Taking my emotions
Seconds to go
No atmosphere just noise,
Nothing but noise
Switched off at kick off
There’s a stillness in the air
No atmosphere, no crowd
We’ve lost the home advantage

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/p-a-systems/