Stage Play Poem by Jymiely Tamayo

As i ended this,

the beginning has started.

no one may notice

no one may care:

kissing the silence became frequent,

and touching the fleshy scrapped scar.

yes, it healed. it already does.

but each day i cannott control

the flow of scenes are staged;

where the audience became actors

and the actors are merely puppets

while we follow the pull of strings.

life gave me the laugh

behind each tears

and it seems like the theater

character shifts roles

apparently, i sat down

and became the antagonist

in my life's stage play.