This loss has affected me more than i thought, I suppose it hurts because of who we lost too. I wrote a poem about it hoping it might make me feel better.
Another game, a sorry loss, the scoreboard tells no lies,
The final whistle blows, and something within me sighs.
The hopes we had, the cheers that rose, now quiet in the stands,
A season's work, a dream's demise, slipping through our hands.
We wore our colours, proud and loud, our spirits soared so high,
But now the silence feels so loud, beneath the open sky.
The plays we missed, the shots not taken, haunt the field tonight,
And in this moment, feeling shaken, victory's out of sight.
Yet in this feeling, fed up and worn, a spark of strength remains,
For every fan who's felt forlorn knows joy is worth the pains.
We'll rise again, with dawn's first light, our passion still ablaze,
For every loss that stings tonight, brighter are better days.
