I am awake long past the time I should be awake
I think about the futility of life
And how fragile it is
How a few days without food or sleep or water can ruin us
How we are caught up in our own illusions
How we are perpetually lonely no matter how we try to cling to others
They have their own drama to live
Their own storyline to play out
We can dance with them for awhile but then the dance moves on
Spinning out of control and I am once again standing alone in a dark corner
More of my poetry is at Poetic Muse http://hubpages.com/profile/Poetic+Muse
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