Tragic Comedy

A Poem by AFennis

Passion

Drama:

A well fitting mask, in front many men
beholding reality, by inside deception
why me?, or we, running that insane mansion?
praised by applause, only fake attention

While by unknown minds
Just as vote into fashion,
personal or general
asking a thought,
no free will

just as bought
reason of our infiltration

Self impressions
tickets nor gold
other rejections

Either the windows
either the shutters.
the framework
looking through the windows of entertainment
unseen take shelter behind masking and,
... fading
...
fading...

For yourself, from yourself, to yourself, by yourself

Masks still unmade
frameworks still unformed
windows yet unseen
shutters still unreckoned

Why living human, made by theater?
Oh why a life insensible.. loving behavior!
Ohh projecting the unnatural
just imagine! Just imagine!
The debt on our vain..
Pure human passion

see
feel
listen
and speak

for reason
thought