Hello ~ Poetry
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
Kristina Weeks
Poems
Mar 2020
The Next Dance
It is at my happiest that you creep in
With your sour face and gentle words
Though I pull from you in protest
You still force me to dance
Led out onto the forlorn floor
Where you put your hands on me
You grab my waist
And ****** my hand to yours
The somber music plays
And the tears dance down my face
You smile and smirk with delight
Because you love to see me cry
Each time you spin me
You remind me of what I am
Each step with yours
You tell me what I can never be
We’ve danced this dance so many times
I know the steps and the cadence
I pull and resist every time
Yet to no avail, I’m forced to step
At least the song comes to an end
We stop and you stare at me
Satisfied with my red and wet face
You smile at me that empty smile
When you are satisfied
You drop me to the floor and leave
I grip my face and dress too hard
Forced to wait for the next dance
Depression sometimes feels like a dance that you can never avoid
#depression
#dance
#cry
#sad
Written by
Kristina Weeks
23/F/FL
(23/F/FL)
Follow
😀
😂
😍
😊
😌
🤯
🤓
💪
🤔
😕
😨
🤤
🙁
😢
😭
🤬
0
141
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems