Midnight
Bathed in dancing colors’ verve
Joined as one to defy night’s gloom,
Hands drape upon the flowing curves
Of girls who move across the room.
Each smell of sweat and drink entreat me,
To the gush of harmony and voices keen
The strides are youthful, staccato, free,
Bright lights envelop the joyous scene
But surely the air is thick and warm
With stale breath but then a chill.
I feel my face start to deform,
My fists clench against my will.
The windows in the room are down,
Stifling and grotesquely tight.
Bathed in stares that choke and drown,
My soul demands the air of night.
The violin scrapes cruel and loud,
All the innards in me crawl
Draped in shadows long and bowed,
That ghost across the hall
By fear’s grip in panic’s gush,
Possessed by what I cannot quell,
My mind endures a frantic rush,
From screams my lungs fail to expel.
Fighting blindly to escape
Dodging face after leering face
The moon cowers behind a cloud
As I collapse in night’s embrace.
From depths I feel my heart still pounds,
My limbs shake from my soul’s recess,
Drifting through deserted streets
Sick with fever and loneliness