School Dance

This poem is a metaphor. I don't know just how obscure the metaphor is, but just in case it doesn't make sense to you, this represents my experience so far with love and relationships.

Standing in the room alone

Well out of social dancing zone

Lights are flashing, music pounding

The drumming in my head confounds me

I regret the decision to come to this place

I see not a single familiar face

Strangers swarm all around

No advice on what to do is found

I should have just stayed home to write

Simply avoided this whole plight

But now I’m stuck against the wall

Praying for hurricane, tornado, rescue by squall

I see kids dancing, looking happy

Some dance slow, and some are wacky

Where did they learn to do what they do?

Who was it that taught them how to get through?

Do some just instinctively know how to act?

I wish this science wasn’t so abstract

How does one act at a dance?

Surely there’s more to it than simply to prance

I’m too confused, and having no fun

Please, just let this dance me done!

It’s time to leave, I have to go

I must get out and cease my woe

People around me continue their joy

But I’ve had enough; this dance has cloyed

I walk away trying not to look back

Trying not to think of the mentality I lack

I won’t be attending a dance again

Until I’m ready, I will simply abstain

Maybe someday I’ll figure it out

But until then, I would prefer to be without