Elongated limbs,
pointed toes.
Injured anima,
empty torsos.
Starving bodies,
starving minds,
other dreams are left behind.
One thing needed,
this above all.
Nothing stops them,
not even the fall.
Spinning on stage,
dancing through life,
a long tangled journey and dangerous strife.
Living in darkness,
chained into love.
Striving for beauty,
controlled from above.
Living a life,
of others' not self,
live in the moment heart on the shelf.
2 comments:
thats nuts! The dark imagery seems to destroy the beauty of ballet (no offense, but thats what the poem portrays [to me]), it seems as if you are depicting a horrid puppet show.
amazing
its so creative!
love the ryhme...great job ;D
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