Interactive Agony

I watch life, like a horror movie

Screaming at the scene

Don’t say that, you will be eviscerated

Yet, as soon as I am more than simply an extra,

I fumble over simple lines

Adding to the Irony

I trip and tumble over the slightest shadow,

crawling and rolling my way down the aisle

Just give me a boost

I’ll fly forward onto stage

Even amongst a chorus,

my grace appears once set to music

As soon as the last note strikes

stuck in a precarious pose, balancing on tired toes

A cane drags me away, into the blackness off stage

Emerging from the darkness

my eyes dazzling with the sun

Every face I look into

another enemy, all I hear,

run

K.B. Silver