Poems from 2019: ‘And the stage goes black…’

Staring into a sea of eyes.

Lights up on me as my head starts to rise.

They say to give the audience truth.

But that was way back in my youth.

I fight between what’s true and what’s real.

Why has it such entertaining appeal?

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The stage goes dark.

I look around to the empty chairs.

Nothing.

Nobody.

Anybody.

Anywhere.

I’m all alone.

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Between the scenes, I start to cry.

I just want it all to stop

But I don’t want to die.

The only comfort I can manage to find

Is in the gods themselves.

All else are blind.