Teeth Grind Beneath the Sun

The desire to win,

no-one ever expects to think,

what happens after,

it must be the worst addiction,

you must become less, right?

It's like being snapped,

the soul dies,

you erase and are.

The worst anger,

when I threw my racket in the bin,

and yes I'm just like my father,

though I don't know if

my parents ever played together,

and I just got worse and worse,

like the weather that day.

Needing a stake in victory,

it's so grim,

standing there in the drizzle,

slowly dampening,

not knowing how to 

unpeg ambition from anger,

not know that sports are

fundamentally unimportant,

but bless the athletes who

can share in the burden

of speaking through us,

that is to say,

just put us on the map,

please.