Epicondylar Poems | Examples

Opening Day

I can watch them again,
grown men at a children's game,
the glory of the Show
on the TV screen.

For a while
I couldn’t watch,
knowing 
I’d been close.
A phenom  
Double A at 18
90+ fastball,
but it didn’t move.
And in Triple A
and spring training
for the Show
they ate it up. 

When I tried harder
my arm blew up
rotator cuff - tendinitis
epicondylar fasciatus
Tommy John
physio, drugs, steroids.
Hope springs eternal
but nothing helped 
enough. 

Now I sit in this bar,
mush for brains 
just like my arm. 
Don’t  care that 
drugs and alcohol
don’t mix
as I watch them 
knowing almost
is worse than
never.