I open my eyes slowly to the sound of a Hundered strangers deep in conversation.
I look around the darkened room,
a dusky hall filled with unfamiliar yet comforting faces,
the smell of adrenaline, excitement and lynx aftershave fills the air
as laughter, chants and hollars to others accross the hall ring out.
such a small space full of nothing but acceptance and love.
the room gets darker as the hundred strangers halt their chatter and turn to the front of the room.
I turn with them to see a darkened empty space in front of me.
A blinding light shines out and limits my vision as I squint to make out shapes.
The lights dim, the crowd scream out, you walk onto stage
and once more I feel Alive.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and Prose By Jake Dorian
Poetrya collection of the poetry and prose I have written. I apologise for the amount of angst and corniness in some. I write to express myself and a lot of these are deeply personal to me.
