sonnet

so me and adam (parison type) were discussing essays we wrote freshman year, not serious essays, historical satires. on my jounrey to rediscover mine, i found a sonnet i also wrote freshman year, and so im goanna post that cause i cant find my essay down here aqnd i dont feel like looking in my room.

When I fly around on my wings of steel
I always feel free like the great bird of prey
The thrill of the speed, I can't even feel
the pain of the hits. I'm just here to play

The droplets of sweat rolling down my face
The agony of a crushing check
I am a competitor in this race
Where the opponents trip, slash, and deck

This sport, no no sport, its a religion
An early morning ritual for this
player. The cold rink an infusion
of chills into my awakening senses

For this lonely hockey player; hockey
is life, the rest is just details.

i thought it was pretty good, seeing it again for the first time since freshman year, cept for the second stanza, ill hafta work on that