Sep 19, 2024
Dancer
She danced and danced, to the sweetest of sounds.
Danced and danced, never feeling the ground.
Their smiles so sweet, and their laughter too.
Under their gaze she was theirs through and through.
They laughed as she danced till her feet broke and blead.
They laughed as she danced, slowly trapped in her head.
They laughed as she danced, in her own private hell.
They laughed and laughed as she tripped, and she fell.
Yet on she danced, like a doll strung with cords.
On she danced. For the ladies and lords.
By NutMegPoems
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