The dance
so hidden
you wouldn't notice
Only we know the moves
I don't want to dance
I rather hate this dance
But watching from the sidelines
is a torture I cannot bare
So I dance to the music he makes
The melody of pain
Each twist, a knife to the back
each turn, a cut to the throat
And I
smile and twirl
a facade made of stone...which continues the dance
The dance no one sees
but he and I
on and on it goes
till the trophy resides in our hands..
No winner chosen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem! Thank you for sharing