23/08/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
Sometimes I feel like an actor
Performing in the production of my life
Reading from a script not my own making
And speaking words I have not authored.
I worry that someone will notice
That I’m not really meant to be here
And call me out as the impostor
That I know I probably am.
I struggle against the darkness
That surrounds my innermost thoughts
Encroaching upon and invading me
No matter how I resist.
I stand upon a stage
But the audience is not there,
Shrouded in the shadows
While the spotlight shines on me.
It burns through my skin
Attacking the very heart of me
Breaking me unimaginably
As I deliver unrehearsed lines.
My monologue is delivered
To a barely responsive crew
As they carry on with their own lives
Not regarding me here at all.
There will be no glowing review of this,
No roses thrown at my feet;
There will be no standing ovation
Or fans waiting by the stage door.
I tread the boards alone tonight
And every night before.
Imagining what it must be like
To feel that warm feedback.
But all I get it coldness
As the curtain slowly falls,
Never to be raised again,
No encore, just no more.
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