The earth burned with a fever that wouldn't falter
my actions were influenced by the same,
the red ball came spinning like a glowing orb,
while my bat simultaneously called out its name.

The beads of perspiration tumbled down,
as the force pulled them apart,
the ball bounced once - towards me,
Physics had enacted its part.

Fusions and fissions altogether,
annihilated and synthesized,
thoughts that wouldn't falter,
even if the ball pitched twice.

Vigour and power bloomed within,
the thirst for victory sizzled out,
the fizz turned into an intoxicating gin,
and out came a guttural shout.

The umpire tensed all his muscles
and raised his hands to call me OUT,
my mind was in a tussle,
and all the grief needed a spout.

All that was left was nothing,
my shoes and my name were in vain,
every footstep was more agonizing than a sting,
life was turning me insane.

The earth's fever had died down,
and so had all of it in me,
all my vision turned brown,
and I was wasted.. wasted into the sadness of sea.