Make Me Move - Poem by Zach Stahle
The air is so thick
this room is so crowded
the lights are too bright
this music is so loud
the drinks are too costly to enjoy
as goes for the substances
...and I love it more than anything
I'm here every weekend
but all I can do is watch as the bodies blur in the strobe-lit smoke
I'd be a part of that blurry euphoria...
I'd dazzle them with my wit
I'd charm anyone within my reach
I'd be amazed...
who would ask to dance with
this stuttering mess
too shy to move or speak
too self conscious to seem interested
So I sit here...
I stare at the bodies throbbing in time...
And I pray...
I pray she'd ask me to dance with her...
to give me grace...
or a bit of confidence...
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