Baseball Gods

January 8, 2018
By Timmy.jr BRONZE, St.Louis, Missouri
Timmy.jr BRONZE, St.Louis, Missouri
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I am thirteen
And the baseball has betrayed me
The great sport I cant live without
The way the bat hits the ball
Very loud
How come the ball gets thrown so hard
What if it hits me
Before I see the ball
My coach always tell me
Speed, sight, reflexes
I have to learn how to hit
My coach with my teammates
The ball is too fast for me
Suppose if I die if the ball hits me
My teammates will sing a eulogy
About a kid
Watch the ball- obsession with baseball
There is no other sport I want to play
And too many
Other sports to play
And my coach always tell me
Speed, sight, reflexes
Nobody even stops to look
When I stand at the plate
I should hit every ball that comes my way
My eyes are better than my teammates
Why do I have to be
The one
That can't hit
I have nothing else to work on
Will I live long enough
To play baseball
My coach always tell me
Speed, sight, reflexes


The author's comments:

The love for baseball inspired me to write this poem


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