Another poem

[roberts_muse]

Here's a poem I wrote during the height of my Depression.



The Dance

Broken and weeping,
Sadness and anger in the
Same tired dance--
Entwined together
More and more tightly--
No escape for the weary

Days and nights endlessly
Running together
A union in darkness,
Then blindingly bright--
But the sun never rises

Eyes open widely yet seeing nothing
But shadowy figures
Restless and anxious
Clinging to the walls
Yet afraid to climb

Deserted and alone
Yet surrounded by people
Well meaning and attentive
But missing the obvious
Misery well shrouded
Yet glaringly apparent to those
Also trapped in the same
Morbid dance

*LRB