Dancing In The Dark Poem by Caleb Crow

In slow steps,

And Soft whispers.

Coldness flows through my veins,

While sounds of silence drive me insane.



I find myself falling,

Quickly into the night.

Broken hearts cry of miss-care,

While I wonder in the halls of despair.



Motions of decadence,

Call me to these points.

Points of distorted priority,

Points of Tyrannical authority.



I am a product of solitude,

The son of conditional love.

I have learned of hateful ways,

And have been nurtured by cold days.



I know not of beauty,

I feel no warmth.

My blood has flowed still,

But of all my adversity rise I will.