I dance away this, everything
each move fractures another
window of the prison, shatter.
Shatter! Suddenly it is so
quiet.
Thoughts freeze, emotions boil
everything is too silent, after
after the constant moving.
Dance! Madness is everywhere
dance away, every bit of the
captivation. Inside.
I am madness, in the form of art.
Vishal Dutia 
I haven’t danced in a while. And today I have spent the whole morning dancing. It really does keep the madness at bay. Too True!
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This is an excellent poem! The last line is beautiful! I get the same feeling of release from writing poetry. Maybe I will try to dance while I write.
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