Sports Poem

My Sport
The big jumps, bruises, and broken bones
The blood that pours from open wounds
The stitches needed to mend the cuts
All of this can be too much
The elbow to elbow packs in which we race
The frightening heights at which we face
I still decide to risk my life
Just because it feels so right
It’s a rush to hear the roar
From the fans that want some more
You push yourself to the limit
Just because you want to win it
To have the thrill without a pill
The plant, the liquid, the stuff that kills
Others choose to smoke away
So that they can feel high all day
I just hit the kickers and doubles
This gets me higher than all the others
I know it dangerous but I love to ride
Motocross is my way of life

My Addiction And Passion by Brett Melton @FamilyFriendPoems

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