ACT III

The stage of life

A drama of worthlessness, to act or not

I don't know the lines, to a play with no plot

Losing is inevitable, with no audition to win

The tap shoes of life, that just won't break in

 

Created by impulse, rather than heart

Directed by chaos, a perversion of art

The audience intimidates, a loathsome fear

It's the life of a player, I just can't bear

 

I choose conscious illogic, as well as the pain

To save revelation, as a cat from the rain

This is act three, the stage has been stripped

I am the author, and I write the script

Author's Note

Tear it up!

Reviews

[Brittany W]

Powerful, i love your writing because you manage to keep the writing throughout the poem and still keep the poem mature and interesting, amazing job.