Stage FrightA Poem by Frieda Pvoices in my head, a familiar twist strangling vocal chords in my eyes old movies, instant replay mode take 33/act twelve/quiet on the set from the top again....let's roll it tonight we'll play lovers more passion/less acting I don't care anymore about your lines i see your lips moving on cue, there's nothing happening silent movies rarely get awards merely going through the actions, you don't get paid dress rehearsal on a reel spinning off reality break out another old script, shot this rerun in technicolor you're breathing, but expired this scene is dead sweeping exit cut/ © 2013 Frieda PFeatured Review
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Added on March 4, 2013Last Updated on March 4, 2013 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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