The Disco Ball’s Lament
A poem
A poem
Once I was the shimmering heartbeat
of Saturday nights
a million tiny mirrors
reflecting a million flirtations
the pulse of the dance floor
the glittering centre of it all.
But now i hang here forgotten
a dusty relic of a bygone era
the music long since faded
the dancers all gone home.
I used to be the star of the show
the spinning galaxy at the heart of revelry
casting my kaleidoscopic light
over sweeping waves of bodies
lost in the rhythm.
Now I’m just an ornament
a tarnished bauble
collecting cobwebs in the corner
my light extinguished
my purpose forgotten.
Oh how I long for those nights
when I was the beating heart
the dazzling nexus
of laughter and desire
when I was the disco’s beating pulse.
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