StageA Poem by mhylandsLed into starlit fields All seems so unreal I grasp your hand, afraid This beauty I do not know The cities we left Were all I understood Those memories will fade From when I was so low
This scene overwhelms me I’m on a stage no one sees You are the only audience Watching as I play the role of me
I stumble off the set Just before the curtains met Sweat and tears, I shake and wept Frozen while I’m soaking wet
I made it here on my own Or so I thought, the truth
unknown Your hands pushed me forward While all I did was roam
For so long, I felt so alone I was running from what I’d known Selfish and young, ignorant Yet, so many seeds have I sewn
The scene confounds me On this stage no one sees You are not the audience Rather the support for me
I grasp your hand tight Before I make things right Uncertain, I gaze into night But with all my might, I will
fight My newfound insight, will take us
to new heights
Broken and tattered I clutched to those cities Afraid of what was beyond A frightened tranquility You led me so far I thought it was pity But now I face reality As you only wish to be with me
The scene changes once more And a new stage than before You capture all the audience Who applaud with great roar
We play out our roles Cast from our own molds A story real and uncompromising Where nothing is left untold © 2014 mhylands |
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Added on September 8, 2014 Last Updated on September 8, 2014 AuthormhylandsColorado Springs, COAboutMusician, artist, writer, engineer, cat enthusiast, and whatever else. I enjoy dipping into many varied things. I may not be great at them all, but I try to be somewhat competent. - Michael Hylan.. more..Writing
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