Pirouette

I tense,

Expecting trembling skin,

As the crowd closes in.

I concentrate,

Awaiting the mounds of human-quakes,

To spill their hopeless hearts inside the ring.

I flicker,

Impatiently as words rotate,

With agonising slowness.

I stand,

Eagerly embracing fierceness,

But fooled in an unresponsive pattern.

I sit,

Unable to tell,

Hours of rehearsed tales.

I exhale,

Pleased for not building a float of lies,

Which used to sink my soul.

I owe,

Since the pain-screaming individuals around,

Demand bites of my life as a pay for bursting theirs out.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s