Nov 12
It left me feeling weary.
I watched as those people drank and danced,
Writhed in pulsing harmony.
Strobing lights carved away the darkness,
Blinding their insecurities.
They got lost in that moment,
That heat and pounding and singing.
But the cost of such an experience.
The payment are away at their souls,
Corroding their psyche into spaced-out bliss.
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Poetry For The Found
PoetryThis is the 2nd part of my 365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions ab...
