Silent and alone, I solemnly gaze at the aged court.
The hallowed roar of a steady stream
Suffocates the atmosphere

Like decrepit statues, they silently stare

The deflated and beaten sphere in my tiny hands.
Bitter tears, from the blackened surface
Prickling my bare feet.

Swish, thump, swish, thump.

The rickety backboard half-heartedly
Gives off a rattling cry.
It's tattered net cannot take much more.

An ashen pit, with stale passion

Surrounding bushes gag
On bleak sunlight.
I dejectedly make shot after hopeless shot.

A taunting figure cackles and booms.