Dancing Shoes

Dancing Shoes





The hands of her world would tick, and judge,

The face would glare and gleam,

Her mind was hollowed by the tempered grudge,

Turning judgments into an over-powering scream.



Only one more tick to go she thought,

Only one more hour to tock,

Until she could dream and tuck herself away,

From the ever-talking clock.



The face glared deeper as she reached the entrance,

As she heard the angel’s plea for escape,

And she held the drug close to the heavens,

Which with her eyes closed, another she would take.



Her arms flung back and her body lifted,

Into a cloud of swirls and shapes,

Angels welcomed her as the clock was twisted,

Their hair in delicate plaits.



“You’re okay now”, she heard an angel say,

“Follow me, amongst the stars and the shapes”,

And just like that her arms fell astray,

Whilst her hopes and dreams were sweetly erased.