I sit locked out,
my nose pressed against glass
only I know about.
You sense my distance
but cannot understand
the why of it.
The space I cannot cross.
I watch you dance
with strange disjointed steps
to music I cannot hear.
A ritual to which I can never belong.
You laugh to see me sit alone
as it I made a foolish choice
I am too proud to own.
But I cannot join
this thing that makes no sense
this thing that for me is so unreal.
I must dance to a lonelier beat.
Originally published in Spume magazine.and first published on this blog in January 2007.
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3 comments:
This poem is just so not about dancing....
Pithy capture of alienation.
I can see why ths was published!
HI Blackdaisies and Gel, thanks for your comments.
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