Lights

The room is dark.
Music plays.
The feeling of,
Others is far from,
Your mind.
Lights dance,
On the walls.
Bright,
Mesmerizing,
Colorful,
Lights.
Where do they,
Come from?
Pay no mind.
Just watch.
Red,
Yellow,
Blue,
Green,
Many more,
Dance and,
Form.
The music,
Only gets,
Louder.
No one,
Makes a move,
Or sound.
Minds are at,
Peace.
Not even,
A whiny,
Baby could,
Destroy this.
More colors.
It’s an heaven,
Metal lullaby.
Can’t close,
Eyes.
Might miss,
Something.
The DJ,
Keeps the motion,
And sound,
In great,
Balance.
If he was off,
No one took,
It to mind.
Such great,
Colors.
Wish they,
Last forever.
My this,
Light show,
Never fade,
From the,
Mind.
May,
They always,
Be bright,
And awesome.
“Mommy,
When can we do,
It again?”
“The next,
Opening.
First in line.”
“I can’t wait!”
Joy is blasting.
So sad,
That was all,
A lie.
That show,
Was the last,
One.
The joyfulness,
Never came,
Back.

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