Access Denied Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

the smell of eagerness was overwhelming,
so it made it easy to forget about you,
as your dancing on the stage,
accepting tips for your dignity,
isn't this exactly where you wanted to avoid,
yet your afraid you have been infected,
and may dropp dead in this place,
your tears offer you the solution,
that you walked away from months ago,
your gasps for air offer the comfort,
that you left months ago,
putting your hand up to reach,
grab, snag something, to pull it down with you,
the blood,
from the slice on your finger,
is the taste of sweet sorrow,
the look of panic in your eyes,
is the sweet sight of irony,
the rumble in your voice,
is the sound of sweet harmony,
for you were offered, and you denied.