Soccer Game

The goalpost is just a kick away

But I can't work my crippling legs

The walk seems close enough

Yet so far,

With all the opponents blocking

I fall and I trip

Fall and I trip again

Hoping and hoping, 

"I will kick that ball and score a goal",

But no matter how much I persist

No matter how much I resist

There's crutches on my legs

Cages hindering my kick

I continue to ignore that

My legs are broken and paralyzed

But this stubborn pride lives on

And kills me, as it grows like a plant

The goalpost is just a kick away

But the taste of the grass makes

Me realize:

"I'll never be able to kick where 

I wanted to kick. I'll be stuck on

This bench as long as this

Game goes on".

So I carry my crutches and walk

Away from the game,

Turning into a pillar of salt

As I turn my head,

Regretting that I've never made

That goal

As the team I played with

Holds their heads high

Like the trophy they carry

On their shoulders

Shouting victoriously,

While I fall and I can't get up

Ever again