2 seconds

The game is going great and I'm pumped for my dinner

We're up 2 to 0 and I think we are winners

Here comes the ball nothing unusual here

There is number seven but he won't come near

I reach for the ball, I plant and I swing

It flies far from me, isn't that something?

And then I drop, broken and confused

2 seconds and it's all over

Why?

What?

Rage fills me as I clench my teeth

This isn't some sprained ankle

I lay down and I pray for it to be nothing

Knowing it's worse.

I used rhyme in the first part of the poem because it makes it seem more nonchalant, like everything is going great and I don't have a care in the world. There's a meter that isn't super strict which I think also adds to the nonchalantness of the poem. This goes on for 6 lines and then I break the pattern, it doesn't rhyme and doesn't have a meter. This illustrates how everything went to shit when he tackled me. I used the short "Why?" and "What?" to show how I was dazed right after it happened and was really unsure of what to do. The next part is sort of a way to vent and it's basically everything that went through my head as I felt the pain in my knee.