Adult

Moved to dance
in the hallway of 
my childhood home
as it is empty now
and the echoes of
feet on the floor
will disturb no one

Trying to choose
a beat to work
from among
the memories of all
the songs I tried
to listen to here
but was told to turn down

People who know me today
can’t hear the caterwauling
that goes on within for my denied past
Symphony of what I never had
when I lived here
If they did they’d understand
but perhaps if they did they’d flee

Moved to dance
but unable to
Frozen in remembrance 
of all that glory unused
I settle myself back into stillness
as it is easier than trying
to choose

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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