The Dance

The Dance

A Poem by John Alexander McFadyen
"

Will things ever progress?

"

The Dance

When desire becomes brutal,

intense,

physical,

simply at your name,

looking at your words

and you are distant,

unreachable,

stuck,

stock still in time,

I am left bereft,

unfulfilled,

I implode.

Draw back,

into infantile comfort.

There the morose

self-indulgent

darkness seems

to pervade the day.

Thumb sucking

is an easy sport,

with little bruising,

as I lay,

my empty soul exposed

and await day break.

 

06/12/17


© 2017 John Alexander McFadyen



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Beautiful sadness.. lovely music.

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John Alexander McFadyen
John Alexander McFadyen

Brixworth, England, United Kingdom



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