The game winning shot is delivered,
leaving a satisfying echo from the frantic crowd.

My mind is attracted to strenuous thoughts of my future,
sparking a stinging sensation all over me.

Tenderly placing my shattered body on the bed,
well-deserved pain surrounds the atmosphere.

Yet, my attention drifts to my infamous faults.
Can my hopelessness and remorseful stiffness be overcome?

The yolk in the sky is drowsy,

as heaven lingers on my pillow.

But stares of judgment hover like the wind.
Short and painful jolts of resentment, never decaying.

My consciousness continually clashes.
I have become numb to the meaning of LOVE and HATE.