Disco Ball Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Disco Ball



Staring at a disco ball in the reflection of a
restaurant window, slowly turning, looking so
lonely in the darkened night.

Wishing for a partner in life, standing in the
center of the ceiling, no way to get together
with anyone or anything.

Sunday, February 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely,standing,staring,together
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success