Yellow Flashes

My life runs on tennis,
A throw of a sphere,
A flash of yellow.
Agression of the day slowly dies down,
It oblverates and blurs away
The reality of all.
For me I need the court and the court needs me.

-At first only a black deep hallow resides within.
A walking zombie trailing through shrills
as first period beings.
But with the swish of blonde,
Bright blue pools,
And a spark of detrimantion;
I obtained a friend.
Attached to her a siren call,
The urge to swat and pour the soul
Into a round tiny yellow ball.

Now all chance of espace passed,
A bird trapped in a cage.
Once my feet padded out into the light;
holding a racket-
An extension, a partner, a child.

But hits fustrate living hell
- Acmpolishment impossible.
Whop! The sounds bangs agaisnt the ears.
Sounds only strike euphnoy
once risen up to the cheers of the crowd.
With casules now developed,
And hours upon hours slaved away,
Ding! The noise matures to sythmpany.

But with a crack, with a scream,
With a fracture,
it disappeared.
She left; I went back to my void,
My Tartarus.
What now? Must I continue,
All by myself?
Nothing the same anymore.

A void reborn;
white gone,
red becomes green,
and bagled now the term.
Life transitions painfully and slowly
Through the new phase
Lonliness,
Incomptment.

As summer ticks my step srats to spring;
White now back,
And details sharpened to every last spec.
All depence shriveled away,
Over exposed to the sun.
Instead now a lone wolf stands.
I win!
I simile!
And six once again destorys zero.

An acrid taste appears to the mind.
Asa throw attaches itself to me through
A sliver cord.
Lightning strikes through a flash of yellow
Burning a shadow into the red.
Agression depleating into the hits,
Mixing reality to a daze.
You think you can win?
Guess again my lose will never leave,
But it makes this nestled strength grow more and more each day.
I shall never forget!
Here- the court, where it all began,
I'm back once again clucthing it within my hand.