I am weightless, my body arches over ever throw,
My arm bleeds of pain, as I watch the plate looking object flow throughout the air,
The sky glows with wind engulfing the disk, as it slowy tumbled to the ground,
I run for the disk, seeing flat on its side.
My heartbest sank into my soul after the next throw,
The disk sped through the air, as I sank to the floor in agony,
If this shot missed it would be all over, the disk flew past the small target whistling away.
A small laugh appered in my ears as I turned to see my father, he was laughing away,
The frisbee game was over now for I lost the game,