A Wrestler

This poem reflects the life of a highschool wrestler on the mat.

A Wrestler


The Blood is my Tears
The Pain is my Passion
The Sport is my Sacrifice
Losing is my Redemption

The Mat is my Battlefield
The Clock is the Enemy
My Opponent is the Gladiator
Who never Surrenders

As I step on the Mat
I Stand there Alone
No Teammates to Blame
Only the Whistle that Blows

As I step off the Mat
Losing is behind me
Winning is upon me

I get my Hand Raised
With alot more to Gain
Maybe you can define me
A Wrestler