Eyes of every colour fight back bitter tears
Watching others’ flags salute the sunlight.
Defeated by a falling bar, a stumbling foot
All recorded in the merciless precision of green digits
Dreams ended in a tide of wasted sweat and blood.
For pen me a poem’s prompt to write about the Olympics. Some competition is healthy, and I admire the huge efforts that people put into aiming for the top of their game. But I can’t help feeling for those who strive so hard only to end up walking away with no prizes.