I never joined in
on the waltz
A monochrome theatre,
frozen
in time
A sad ballet
Performed
over
and over
again
The corps
forever
waiting
The pas de deux
partners interchanged
never new
And I remember
thinking
How
sad.
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Eighteen
PuisiA collection of free-verse poetry I wrote when I was eighteen. Lots of angst and metaphors touching on relationships, bitterness about society, high school and social situations.
