Fallen From
I tell you I've no use
mind removed
ideas confuse
compare to
a sports team seen
consecutive relegations
the changing scenes
cause debts and frustration
a one way street
in season repetition
Down one league
Down two
should be the big fish
but at this level new
and unfathomed twist
see us screwed
unsecure
State of the art home ground
3 or 4 times larger than
small clubs going all out making victory harder
They want to win this trophy fixture
we’re a club shouldn’t be in the mixture
unanticipated failure too fall here
Away games on pitches not so well kept
effects ball control then mindset
kind of test we know of less
empty stands and those left stress
as all resources overstretch
Once a giant national name
now a forgotten has been team
slow to adapt mishap lose game
now left are memories and no chance dreams
And though this place has more to offer
it stays potential an idea by logic
theories of gold when here is copper
can’t begin when heads keep dropping
players now have half the fitness
lower standard faults to witness
contract offers unattractive
no one new and the skilled have left
and though all in all collapsed in
I’m still not done
survive no surrender
kill shots in my gun
alive in splendour
Bullets are few can’t fire at will
clip pull by decision not haste
need skill nothing to waste must focus
find vision strong will hope for hocus pocus
but I am not a sports club
I'm a person and this comparison
serves no purpose above
explanation for you so still
I'm half undone half done
making sense of what has come
the road ahead dark and glum
clueless no use and confused
stunned by madness in shock
so stuck I'm amused
tombstone will read
came unglued
and played to lose
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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