Last Dance

Last Dance
By Jess Dickson

Closing my eyes to seek sleep,
A wisp of rest from the weariness that has sunken on my soul,
It eludes me, refuses me
It is the distant-close rap, rapping you search for but cannot find
In its place a quiet haunting, deep but soft,
Painful- aching not sharp
Darkness becomes light, turn of a switch
Silence becomes music, press of a button
Still it remains
Growing larger in shadows,
Gaining power in melodies
I look but cannot find reason
Where in this night have I missed the turn?
My mind searches steps of days passing- did I miss one?
How did the beat of my heart lose
Rhythms of self repression?
Tap dance of deceit
A little right, a little left,
Go forward, come back
My mind twirls around the memories
Faces with names I’ve never known
Names with faces I’ll never forget
Tap-tap
Tap-tap-tap
Have we shared our last dance?