On The Ballroom Floor Poem by Bailey Schatte

As the music fills the ballroom,
And people are dancing,
There comes to be a woman in a white dress all alone;
This woman seems to be swaying back and forth,
With the look of death on her face,
But no one tends to notice.

Her face becomes very pale,
Her blood begins to drip out of her mouth onto the newly white dress,
And her eyes begin to water,
For she is dying.
She falls to the floor,
The cold ballroom floor,
Yet no one notices her.

She lies on the floor,
The cold ballroom floor,
Weeping in pain and agony,
For she is dying,
On the cold ballroom floor.

People begin to leave,
As the night grows old,
For she is dying,
On the cold ballroom floor.

At the end of the night,
Everyone has left,
Leaving the woman,
Dead on the cold ballroom floor,
For no one had noticed her,
Weeping in pain and agony,
Dying on the cold ballroom floor.