Crack of Thunder
A dark night, imprinted in my memory
My dreams crushed in seconds
Soccer is something true to me
A way of life since I was four
That night changed everything
My leg swings back in hopes of a goal
My leg does not reach the ball
Crack
Was there thunder?
No. The bones in my legs were shattered like my dreams
Time passed so slowly
Minutes felt like days
What was true to me was no more
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