Basketball

Bouncing A rhythm on repeat Exhaustion heavy Impossible to admit defeat Nor to succumb to the pain Winner is not a title for the weak; Every action with immense prudence Adrenaline surging The comfort of the texture Beneath my fingertips Suppressed all that wasn't The hoop or the ball Endorphins pervade and taken me aflight Floating, the rim vastly wider The length of court shortened Sweat dripped Poured from my face Intensifying, heating the air Humility all I can taste As I struggled for my breath My mind pensive on committing All my energy to be left Here on the floor My escape, my addiction Where I can leave myself behind Basketball... The only love i can call mine