Mad-house

Lights ablaze

People screaming

Not an inch of space

To spare Hands waving

Screaming, moaning

As they start to sing,

Shining bling, glimmering

In the

Dancing lights

Horns blaring,

People carrying

Each other on shoulders

Sign language,

Tears falling

As emotions run high

The crowd goes wild

With joy

As the

Famous ones

Arrive

On stage

Fuel to fire

Igniting passion

When they render performance

Claustrophobic

Pushing, shoving

Grabbing at the air

Someone’s dream,

But

For me

A nightmare

 

The above catalog poem was a challenge in The Iron Writer. The theme: First Concert.

Source: Mad-house

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Author: nerishakemraj

Self-published poet, and fiction writer.

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