Friday, 26 June 2015

No score to settle by Grant Harbison

I must confess the stress did distress
It was an overwhelming angst I couldn’t suppress 
Trepidation so bad it caused palpitations
Gnawing on knuckles and exclamations 
A pulsating pressure that nearly drove me insane
The vexation of not foreseeing ecstasy or pain
I was fervently engrossed yet yearned for conclusion
With faith and foreboding in frenetic fusion
But in the end there had been no reason for my fretful unease
And the outcome was one that didn’t displease
A surprising result that none foresaw
A tough encounter with a nil-nil draw 

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