The team are positive and buzzing
The weekend game is ready for kick off
The passion and eagerness to get in the goals
To win the match, another notch
A goal! Yes!
That's what they're playing for.
To win and move upwards into league one
Time ticks on, the dynamics have changed the score now a draw
Determination is spread all over their faces
Moves that are planned, thought out and go well
Others that lack skill and don't go so well
Such promising chances to lead once again
But impossible to penetrate the whole team defending
They battle and strive, push forward so hard
The ball is resistant to hit the back of the net
Tempers are rising, remarks here and there
The team look exhausted but play through their pain
Keep going, play harder and do not give in
They've played very well even if they don't win
The clock is ticking the whistle blows
Their faces sink deep with frustration and anger
Why did we lose?
A player stomps off and throws his water bottle onto the pitch
Storms off in a sulk, swearing expletives
The others ignore him and join their team talk
To put into perspective, analysing their play,
To restore their passion and commitment to win on another day.

nurtured in the arms of another's.
birthed in homes inside their minds,
and told to stay low
told we have wings -
not told to use them.
because they might fail us.

our dreams might fail us.

so our sight blocked, to only the
array of sunset.
we sleep through sunrise
- at least they do.

        but see we,
we await, we wait until the
sun breaks way,
swallow the waves
eat another into oblivion.
whisked together as the sun turns to us
when she tires from her previous scene
she livens at us.

            do not anticipate until she bares full.
do not hesitate until she kisses your iris to black.
fly out to her
and see if wings dissolve like we were told they would.
see if you are dreaming
discover if you are awake.

feel how close to death you are
taste it, but swallow your presence.
when she begins to melt you.
remember that they told you that burns will ****.
who told you the sun will ****** our home, when her end comes.

fear not. fear is your friend.
the sun  knows she can impale you so
deep with radiance.
but do not fear,

because last night was when you dreamt of the sun -
and now is when she killed you.
because you were too near.

to the dream.
to follow them will thrill.
and **** once you love them
but what won't ****.

so visit the sun if you dream of her
let your dreams burn you.
end you
because at least you tasted them.