Adagio
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He sits
Head low
Hands raise
slowly
to his eyes
Aimed at unseen
futures
rawly lived
pasts
how to
survive
Music in his mind
He rises
stands allongé
jumps and lands
petite allegro,
turns
and pirouettes
in search of that window
or that door
intensified
Bounces
off
white
soft
walls
wails, screams
silent sentences to
invisible people
Drops to his knees
The unnoticed tornado
whirlwind raging
without any
spoken
word
curls
him
to a
little ball
until inner
hope
dies
adagio
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May 24, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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