Nightclub Poem by Phillip Alan Green

Cold stone sober, naked and immense,
Dark walls cloaking, complete silence,
This your surrounding days will pass,
Patience awaiting crowding mass.

The lights illuminate your face,
Sounds that then rape your space,
These one night stands are all you strive,
For this is what keeps you alive.

A storm of people now crowd your room,
Heaving bodies now fill your womb,
Pulsating mass reaching their crest,
Music thumping its tempest.

Drink in the heady atmosphere,
Intoxicated without no fear,
Night tumbles on into early morn,
Unknown the passion won't last long.

Then when your lungs are at peak of heaving,
You notice all your children leaving,
Taken from you to end your night,
The pain reminds you of your life.

They use you like you use them,
Eye for an eye and sin for sin,
You realise then your mortal soul,
But they no not of what they stole.

Cold again and back to sleep,
Only memories left from love to keep,
Oh nightclub you hide well your pain,
Know this that we shall meet again.