It did not take much
for them to abandon me.
Just a shooting pain,
tearing me away from the lights
of my glory.
I had been their star,
the winner of them all,
leading them to victory
over the enemy.
But what do they care,
now that I have failed?
They will no longer look at me
with pride and honor,
they prefer the look of spite.
They blame me,
saying it was my fault.
I could've stopped that muscle
from tearing itself from my body.
I seethe in anger,
wishing them gone,
wishing my fame restored.
But the pain is still there,
a constant reminder
of my failure.
This is my nightmare,
my one anxiety,
a dream destroyed
and no friends to help me
overcome this evil dream.
