Addict #2

I perceive the darkness
of your barren soul
it lurks on the dancefloor
hoping for a dance

I hold your
broken dreams
in my arms

and give you
first aid  from my heart,

your head is bowed
as if in contemplation;
are you wondering
is a price to pay

can love
come without a cost.

I photograph your tears
cascading down your cheeks
each one
representing
an abusive encounter.

I wonder
how you
can muster up the strength
to fight another day.

Maybe you’ve
become
accustomed to violence
and are now an addict.

Lenny Gazbowski (c) 2007.01.08