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
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