Lost in the escapade that is night
Wishing for a redo
Caught up in the moment
No chances to redeem oneself
Waiting in the harsh aftermath of my own mind
Looking for any indication of change
In defiance of my own thoughts
Standing in bipolar sunshine
Feeling nothing but numb
Dying down
Calming the sleeping thrill
Only to perceive deception
Only way to go is up
No matter the down I don't want to see it
The blind curtain of this spectrum
The beaming ultraviolet lights
They make it hard to see
This blinding world
Writing is my only relief
The music only drowns
The people only leave
At the end of the night when the curtains go down
The music stops playing
Everyone stops dancing
The last wafting scent of the escapade is gone
But the curtain are down
All you see is
The previous night
YOU ARE READING
Amateur Poet
PoetryRandom poems that I wrote. All of them have stories that mean something to me, maybe they will mean something to you guys too.
