Impact

Hollow eyes
They stare right through me
And I stare back
Mirroring their selfish echo.

The beat of the drum
Makes my body move
Flashing lights, sexy stares
Bodies close, hungry for contact.

They want to feel what's real
But settle for the brush of a stranger
In a crowded room
So virtually alive. It will do.

A grasp at hope that leaves me empty
Cries out with pain; sorrow; pure joy
Being alive, really alive
Is all about the motion.

Touching lives and being touched
Feeling deeply
And never regretting.
Never regretting...

So this empty soul trudges on
Hungry for the next adventure
Looking forward; afraid to look back
Looking back means tears
(And tears mean sorrow.)

I put the time we shared
In a mind-bottle and seal it shut
You are imprisioned there
You and the weekend us.

Dawn Darling 6/1/08