Dancing In The Dark Poem by Enoch Cole

DANCING IN THE DARK
Babe, are you not scared I might not be competent for the fight?
The scramble of managing this your spotless adoring soul?
I'm totally disabled, Manning mine.
My life is a mess, an ultimatum fine.
Now you aim to lay yours being more snowy on the same line?

You've marooned your Mansion for my hovel.
Have you lost your wits? we're not on the same level.
Your life's an eagle to the fowl; mine.
I used to live all alone, stucked in my deprived state; I'm fine,
Now you've halted my accepted fate; it's a sign.

Every night I use to drown on my favourite tunes of: Runtown, Johnny Drille and I-tribe.
But no dancing to complement them,
But now you've indulged me, damn.
It seems like a tradition I'm not accustomed to; realms.
We're dancing in the dark, with you between my arms,
you made me fall for this, now we're dancing crazy.
You've made me forgive my challenges oh my lady.
I now pray the occasion not to take a u-turn.
Cos the sooner it does: I may restore again to my sores and burns.
I just want to sway with my Angel I've found,
Forevermore!
Until this event sends a magnetic attention to the world, to square our score.
Can't imagine it, I'm dancing, oh my word! .
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