Concussion

Running down the field crack! All of a sudden I get hit

I knew of his anger and felt his spit

I felt the thumping of my brain

And I almost couldn’t explain the pain

Laying on the ground feeling all so lonely and worry

But I have so much anger and can’t show my furry

Feelings of the pain just want to die

Just want to show you’re a man and not cry

As I lay in a sweat puddle

I think about how I just came out of the huddle

All of the coaches running out

Everyone else cries out a shout

The coaches ask me if I am ok

And I respond in a stumbled way

“You’re the ones that forced me to play”

Now that I see that my life may sway

As they ripped my pads off

I thought to myself “is my brain soft”

As I fade in and out I stay move less and speak

“Someone kill me just stab me above my cheek”

Last thing I heard from the stand ‘the mighty man might die”

“So I tell you hold your tears and don’t cry”

Next thing I know

I wake up like a mummy and see the hospitals glow

As I fade in and out one more time

I tell my coaches the other player committed a crime

As I woke up, and stayed up in my hospital bed

Everyone reminded me of what haters said

“Some people tell me what a shame

They say my concussions made me lame

For that I can not contain

To tell them mine is as good as you brain”