The Lonely Dancer

Headway to gain in search of the rain, This drought has killed all except for the pain. Invincible thoughts my body's a drain, Continuing forward while feeling insane. Resentment and struggle a sight of remorse. Beatings and thrashings upon a dead horse. From yelling and screaming my throat becomes coarse. The words have all vanished there's nothing to force. My head hung so low it drags at my feet, A vision of agony alone in the street. Mercy for others burned by the heat, Blinded by lust and tempted to cheat. Life as a slave my body's a drum, Been running so long my feet have turned numb. Contained by a culture of faith leaves me none. No sun in the sky oblique as they come. Frantically searching the dark for an answer, Constantly waiting, but time is a cancer. No longer a lover or a secret romancer, Seclusion labels my soul - The lonely dancer. #forever alone - Yours Truly