As I walk down the tunnel.
Trying to concentrate.
All the crazy fans screaming
Im thinking.
I have to score this goal.
I wipe the sweat off my face .
This sweat is not from working hard
It is from the pressure.
That has been thrown upon my shoulder.
Drenched in sweat
Limp onto the ice because my fear,
Was to not have any fear at all .
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Let's copy paste this poem into a word document and have a look at it from there.
It's already a strong poem and the tweaking will be minimal. Once it is finished, you can enter it into the next available poetry contest. There's one at the end of the year, and the Polar one next fall as well.
I would be surprised if it didn't get published.
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