The Dance Poem by David Blake

Like the warm tears that fell
from her eyes, the automn
rain falls all through the night.
Reflections of years of joy and
pain, staring blankly out the
window, shadowy visions of
something that can’t be explained.
Wishing on a better day she bows
her head and again beging to cry
aching from some place deep inside.
Torn between two truths that she knows
are both lies, afraid of the storms
that now loam. Lost in the darkness
shivering cold, she knows he knows
of her shame.