dance with the darkness - a poem of caution
in the silent whispers of twilight,
lies a tale told in shards of glass,
of an elixir, sweet yet spiteful,
and its grip that few can surpass.
a dance with the darkness, so beguiling
in the ballroom of anguish and glee,
where laughter is lost in the clinking of glass
and reality bends at the knee
a solace hunted in the bottom of bottles
an escape from the pain outside -
the morning sun unveils the illusion,
in the light, there is nowhere to hide.
with each sip, a piece of life ebbs away.
in the depths of despair, we’re immersed.
beware of the dance with the darkness,
for the outcome is always, the worst.
© anna marie atkinson, 2025
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