I miss the basket like it floats. I sing the songs but miss the notes. The gutters always steal the ball. The pins just grin and do not fall. I seek no fun, I just want peace. If I release my rage, my pain can cease. I swing the bat and hit the air. I watch tv but only stare. I toss and turn before I sleep. I awake from my nightmares and weep. Maybe one day, I will sing on key. I could release my rage and be pain-free.