Below is the poem entitled Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts which was written by poet
Keir. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now
Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four
The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend
The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck
I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss
I wish I could have been anything else than this...