An interest

An interest

A Poem by gnafla

It all started with an interest.

Then there was the training, hours and hours and hours spent,
under the supervision of a dictator, restricting and controlling parts of your life,
sometimes you wondered, "What's all this for?"
"Why am I torturing myself this way?"
But then you remember you had an interest.

That interest was the fuel, the fuel you burned continuously, but it never ran out,
That interest was like nothing else in world, providing you with an insatiable desire,
That interest accompanied you through all that, provided relief for sore muscles,
That interest was the exact reason why you were here.

And now, as you approach the podium to claim you honour and glory,
you remember,

It all started with an interest.

© 2012 gnafla

Author's Note

i've only started writing recently, please be kind.

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Added on October 22, 2012
Last Updated on October 22, 2012
Tags: interest, sport



Singapore, Singapore

caffeine junkie who likes cello, cars and cookies. more..

sorry sorry

A Poem by gnafla

demons. demons.

A Poem by gnafla