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Poetry

Last Dance

Swaying
And jerking.
The mass of bodies recoiling,
Awash in flickering lights as the music
Pounded on-loop after loop-
With no crescendo for release.

Young people together,
But so far apart.
A community in name,
But not in deed or by witness.
Because I was there watching,
Drifting through the sweaty throngs.
The souls in search of joy,
Weighed down by the pain.
A few mixing about, immune to it all,
Believing they would be the last
To collapse or suffer a fall.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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