Alone in isolation
Whirling and twirling
Disappear into the nightNever to be seen again
Screaming, crying, pleading
Praying for the earth to swallow
Hiding me away from prying eyes
As if disappearing could prevent
Twisting, manipulating, focusing thoughts
The morbid and depressing overpowering
The positive thoughts try to surface
As if a small flower could defeat a bed of weeds
I am a dancer on a dark stage
Moving as though tormented
And the dark crowd sits silently
Masked faces stare unblinkingly
Silence is not always welcome
2 comments:
though I'm sure this comes from a dark place, I wasn't daunted. The light of creativity shone through
Very dark, chilling, and good poem.
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