The Stage

Some things can never be measured

I sit in silence

Frail confines untied

Watching things unfold

I am unable to cause

Or to cause effect

This undeniable truth of that fact

Layed before me

Is sobering

I am in the shadows

Waiting to be called

To stage

So I can recite the lines

I have been given

Knowing

No one is left in the audiance

To Listen

I repeat my part

Over and over in my head

Studying these words

I become one with them

So that I can convey the message

With some resonance of feeling

I wait for my cue with anticipation

I am dressed and ready

For the curtain to open

For the lights to hit me

As I finish the scene

A breif moment of quiet

Breaks into thunderous applause

Wich is only a melodic

Shallow laid reaffirmation

Of my worthiness 

Why do I play the actor again

When I am the story teller

Reviews

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSh..]

Ninja, is what we see in ourselves the same as what others see. Time will make you a storyteller. She cannot help it she is vicious and wealthy but carries you anyway through the good and bad. you are always the actor ready for your next line and then you give me the strong sense of being over-looked , the last in line. This poem gets to the point in short no nonsense ways. I felt as you felt the entire way.
"I would like to tell you my story than act out yours one more time." Nothing but Love, Ninja.

[Mr. Lopez]

With casual flow and almost indifference you've managed to beautifully relay the act of deception that we sometimes have to do just to make it through the day. For some , we function beneath layers of masks,reciting or lines and playing our roles all the while our real selves lie comfortably scared in our fortress of true self. But guess what's? This just means that your normal! On the other hand I could be completely wrong about the premise. I like the "staging" of the role. Some lines that I especially liked were

"A brief moment of quite breaks into thunderous applause "
Very well done ginger ninja.