Jacqueline R. Mendoza Poet Free verse

Eight Ball

Morning breeze of air filled the room
Everyone else are sleeping, snoring in their dreams
Neighbors are outside, picking flowers that blooms
Birds singing merrily as they fly by the streams

First player said “here, let’s play”
Another one responded and said it’s okay
Another one responded and says sure why not
“Hitting the ball hard, I like it a lot

Round, colorful faces awoke
As 1st player hit his first stroke
OUCH!!! I said, the first game has begun
It hurts so much that I swallowed the pain

While in the stage of recovering, the 2nd hit came
BANG!!! CRASH!!! It hurt even more
Found myself trapped in the corner of the board
I was lost, not knowing what basket hole to go
Yet, I believe in myself;

The 3rd hit came and I was rolling;
Confused, carrying mixed feelings but when I saw the basket
It’s never too late, I closed my eyes and had faith
I prayed that someday the challenger will finish the game

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