stage fright
Here is a poem from Shane, our newest and making a run at bluest Contributor, though he has some stiff competition….
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you are the leading role in a play i’ve seen before
the shadows are bigger than the actors, and a violin sings the score
it looks like a comedy but ends as a tragedy
because your role requires you to be what you have to be
your words are written, and your lines all memorized
and you laugh at the clown with tears painted under his eyes
the tickets were expensive and too much to afford
and the real price that i paid is at the end of your sword
the crowd is snoring and the audience is bored
some are getting up and running toward the door
but still i sit here watching on the edge of my seat
biting my nails in anticipation for what I’ve already seen
–something seathroughe
