The last time I wrote found poetry, it was words plucked from the pages of a birds of prey rescue newsletter. This time I picked up a newspaper and plucked words from a spread in the sports section.
salvaged hope, momentum
wore down, damage
shut down, weary
real test
fought valiantly
strong
frustration
loss, emptiness
ugly heap, vise grip
it was all over –
nothing can stop the hurt