Hockey poem

Here's a mirror poem I wrote. I'm not a poet, so you can see how good it is.
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Hockey Cycle
Tristan

Before the puck flies off my stick,
Figures made of different colors swirl around my vision,
Drenched in sweat, I look for a chance
To release the puck,
My stick flexes, snaps up,
Grabbing the object my mind targets
And sends a black disc of rubber spinning,
A body strikes me;
Goes spinning off to the side,
And someone who looks just like me to everyone else
Throws the puck back to me.
My teammate crosses in front of me and
I see the back of the net

I see the back of the net
My teammate crosses in front of me and
Throws the puck back to me
And someone who looks just like me to everyone else
Goes spinning off to the side
A body strikes me
And sends a black disc of rubber spinning.
Grabbing the object my mind targets,
My stick flexes, snaps up,
To release the puck
Drenched in sweat, I look for a chance:
Figures made of different colors swirl around my vision,
Before the puck flies off my stick