Wrestling by Kyle Narber

Like a vacuum cleaner.
How I feel after the first day.
Sucking in all of the air I can
Tired, dead.

Season moves smoothly.
Win some, lose some.
Now used to the tired feeling after each practice
Bricks instead of feet, logs instead of legs.

The sport is addicting
The time I’m keeling over,
That’s when I keep going,
That’s when I push myself more than ever.

Never quit.
Never give up.
Never back down.

Remember one thing;
Losing well is as good as winning well.
Keep my composure
Secure the win
Or better yet, get the pin.

World’s oldest sport,
Most physical of all sorts.
End with bumps, bruises, and blood shed
Feeling great, at the same time dead.

Putting forth hard work
Can’t get enough of this sport.

Season is nearing an end
Looking forward to off season training
Doing anything as long as I’m gaining.

The final tournament comes to a start
I feel the pounding within my heart.
Two days, nothing but wrestling;
Winning the gold,
That would be the best thing.

This sport is wrestling
The best by far.
Never stop working
To raise the bar.


Kyle Narber

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