When all is said and done,
The set is gone,
The reviews are in,
And everything now takes place in the past,
You are left alone
On an empty stage.
Remembrance of the pomp that once was
Is fodder to the cryptic void you are in now.
Haunting, isn’t it?
How more joy can come from
Empty seats,
A wall of mirrors,
And a lone glowing bulb
- don’t get too close!
Oh jubilation, you have ne’er been so pensive,
For when I glance in that mirror
I see not who I am,
Nor who I have become;
Those matter not, for the stage swallows identity.
But in that moment, you stop, look, smell, consume
The feeling that words cannot fathom –
Thunderous applause cannot compare
To hearing only your breath
In a barren theatre
On an empty stage.
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ReplyDeleteok. now I get it.
The last two lines might not be necessary.
I like the "thunderous... breath" part.
I like the last two lines, especially their isolation. It's chilling. Great work.
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