At The Ballet Poem by Uriah Hamilton
At The Ballet
Sitting in darkness
Waiting for dancers,
I’m alone and desperate
At the ballet.
Your husband is a rogue,
Showcasing an elegant wife
While tasting other treats
Along an avenue of illicit pastries.
But I’m the one in love,
Sinking into madness and utter despair
At the sight of you
In the theater you adore the best.
When the final curtain falls,
The lights will rise
And you’ll walk away.
I’ll gaze fondly at every footstep
Until my heart disappears.
Later, at home,
My bed will swim
In the wet intense fever
That unceasingly grips my existence.
Your exceptional poem brings to mind these words of Gibran, 'Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.', Beautiful, as always, Uriah. Warm regards, Sandra
The best people always seem to hook up with who don't deserve them and are pined for and truly loved by those they don't see... this is heart-wrenching, painful to read, so strong in its longing, and with a hint of acceptance... tragically, masterfully written. t x
'I'll gaze fondly at every footstep, until my heart disappears' just about sums it up. Superb piece, Uriah - filled with melancholy and longing. love, Allie xxxxxxx
Someone's got it bad. That love - hard word and effort! Encore encore Clair x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The drama in this poem grabs me: the dramatic backdropp of a performance with the drama of our emotions. And I always love a bit of drama! Thanks!