Dance or die.A Poem by Ryan Falzon - TymonI was locked in a small room. A pitiful flower waiting to bloom. There was a figure torn from light. I shook from this dreadful sight. The shadow walked up to me. Smoother then the calmest sea. He hovered around me like a fly. Calmly he said,"Dance or die". At that time I was oblivious. I thought it was quite ridiculous! However,I was very, very wrong. I blindly danced to the song. My loved ones taught me the steps. And I danced with the cheering claps. I was quite awful at this really. But it's all I knew, so I continued cheery. Now years later, a voice once erased. It boomed back with it's soulless disgrace. "Dance or die!" This time in pure anger. So I danced, So I decided to surrender. I still danced before the voice came. But I danced out of will, not of shame. Yet there I danced whole laps. Until one day I collapsed. Of course nobody paid mind to me. There were far better dancers to see. Yet slowly I started to shiver and die. I raised my head, and asked why. "I do not know", an emotionless voice gave me an answer. "Why!?" I asked again. "Why do we all have to be a dancer!" The voice never answered, and never spoke ever again. I shook my head, and wondered if I was still sane. Over and Over I hear the phrase "Dance or die". I wonder if it is just a stupid pitiful lie. At that moment, I rose up from my place. I looked at the whole world, in utter disgrace. "Why!?" I screamed. "Why dance your life away?" I sat down, decided how the voice should pay. Then I noticed I was fine, fine and alive! I was all along, I was free from the hive! No longer was I weak and dead. I was happy and fully fed. Again, I looked above into the skies. The voice had fled and slowly died. Free from this locked cage. My fury couldn't be more enraged. As I look back into the still box
I see all the dancers in chained locks. Here I am, outside and wings spread! I looked at the new world, and fled. Fled back into the ugly damp world. Fled back into the dancing herd. I fled as I saw one thing no man would want. It was a pure sight from which one should flaunt. Filled with love,freedom and embrace, I cried, as I saw the place empty of any race. So Back into the trance I went. Back into the world I was sent. Making my stupid little moves. Just enough not to aimlessly lose. And to this day I keep asking why? Why do they walk when they can fly? Yet here I am, blind as a bat. Feeling trapped like a rat. © 2010 Ryan Falzon - Tymon |
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Added on August 22, 2010Last Updated on August 28, 2010 AuthorRyan Falzon - TymonMaltaAboutYou wish to know more about me? You want to see what I see? Then listen to the words I write. With them I will give you my sight. I'm a thinker in my time. Making everything rhyme. Wondering w.. more..Writing
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