The Whistle

April 22, 2008
The whistle blows,
Feet on the line,
The match begins.

The match is slow,
Wrestlers cautious,
Time shaves away.

He gets his chance.
Time freezes,
He makes his move.

He hears the “TWO”.
Never stopping,
He drives towards victory.

The whistle blows.
Few words uttered,
The whistle again.

The pace, quicker,
Now they battle,
Opposing goals in mind.

The whistle blows.
“Third” he knows,
Leading two-zero.

The last chance,
He can’t lose.

Futility, the agony
Of defeat and
The glory of victory.

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