Night Games

I have a poem that I wrote...so if you don't like poetry or you don't want to read my attempt at trying to sound deep, then don't read this and come back later. Otherwise, enjoy!

"Night Games"

Immersed and perplexed
As the sun creeps along the cement floor
Players create fantasy
And seamless precision
Filters throughout the room
The sky becomes dimmed
As the mission previews
The night and graphics
Glow in the ambient light
Our own involvement was simple
To go with the gain of glee
Or of nonsense
Possession is not the question now
But who takes advantage of the darkness?
The only photographer is our own eyes
And formations perch
Within our perplexed vision
Persuading our dimmed mind
To keep going, the game cannot stop
Smooth drills are fitting in the
Sophistication
As rivaled bodies dance in the moonlight
The game begins to get faster
As the tournament develops into
The ultimate madness and utter
Pleasure
Our hopes and wishes are uttered
In the heat of the game
Never missing a beat
We’re as if in a dream
The final round is coming up fast
Excitement peaks and shadows move across the floor
The players move with ease
We move with ease
Until the final point is scored in the darkness
But we cannot see
We only feel as we slowly sink
And we blend together like illustrations
On a wet canvas

And once again it is supposed to represent something. Who knows if it works. And who ever said you can't write about something you've never done? All you have to do is be a little creative. I will come back and write about my good weekend later. Peace.