A life on stage
Playing myself
a weak performance
mumbling
stumbling
Trying to shake the dust that settles
In all the cracks
Improv
with regrets
to the final scene
Love more
Love better
Kindness needs no mic
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"Kindness needs no mic". That line was was so deep and extremely true. Loved your poem!