It’s like this {poetry}





It's like this

It's like this

Imagine

Your favorite band is on stage

Now

She says

Come up and slow dance with someone

This, of course, is when you are inexplicably alone

They all slow dance in front of you

Reminding you of what you do not have right now

And the moment

And the song

That could be a happy memory,

Is just there.

Others are alone

But you only see yourself

Distorted in a funhouse mirror.

Now

You are always lonely in a crowd

You are always lonely

Even when you are on stage

And they are cheering you.

Now

All of a sudden you cannot see

And a woman moves so you can

But there's no gratitude in your heart

Because you are empty

Of everything

And have been

As long as you can remember.

Now

All the emotions

You haven't felt for the past hour

Hit you

In a moment

And it hurts

The pain and happiness and sadness and anger and frustration and worry and anxiety and love and and and and

You close your eyes

Because it is too much.

Now

You walk alone

And should be afraid

But are not

The shell of a body

Could be beaten tonight

And you'd feel nothing.

Now

You are on a train

It's late and tomorrow will be long

You took pictures

And had a seat next to the stage

For every reason

You should be happy

But only want to close your eyes

And be alone.

The thing you have hated all night

Is the most comforting.

Now

It is heavy.

It's like this

No matter what joy or sadness

Comes your way

You are heavy

With numb and nothing

And can remember nothing else

A weightless thing

That has dragged you below

Now

Do you see?