Dancing in the Dark

Fri, 08/19/2016 - 10:59 -- MargoZ

Exhaustion plagues this house

For it is late - time for people to sleep

Yet noise pulses in my ears

And I sing words without a peep

Music pumps through my veins

Using my body as a puppet

A puppet to release its sound

But only at night

Do I ever dance around

The quiet is driven from me

But it is then that I am free

This poem is about: 
Me

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