Cabaret

Where do you turn when

the late nights end?

The music ceases

and your background runs silent?

When you sit at the table

and eat too quickly yet again

even though you're no longer pressured for time?

When the only distraction you had left

comes to a close

and you have nothing but reality to face?

Where do you turn when you realize you are lost?

Author's Note

dedicated two whole months to a show I was in and it just ended. just how i'm feeling.

Reviews

[rockgirl]

Lots of feeling in this poem. Well done.

[Aguilar]

Nice. I liked how you organized your poem