Backa Theatre Poem by Tony Berndtsson

Not much to say
My hearing is cracked
You are in the play
I do not like this stupid act

I am finding this very hard
I am so attracted to the stage
I might throw a magic card
But I can see the transparent cage

Soon I might scream
Injustice fills me to the top
Awaiting the new scene
I feel my patience drop

This jealousy is now a weapon
I am crying because I know it all
I almost called Dr. Deppen
He would say I am going for the fall

Then I stop
You are not wearing the dress
The crowd is quiet from the bottom to the top
You are walking through the mess

This is a dream come true
You are actually walking towards me
But I cannot bear to look at you
I must grow, to set us free

I will write you a play.


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