200 ~ The Play - Poem by stan pelfrey
My powerful play is over.
The curtain's been dropped before me,
with no one else on this dusty stage.
My verse was gibberish, spoken only to
myself, incomprehensible mutterings of a
second's thought. These lines wound and
wound to ultimate triviality where there
is only black silence.
My role was meaningless,
capturing no one's attention.
A performance where I stand
naked to my self, with only
a blank expression.
The stage lights dimmed, and
curtain calls taken, I am on
a final bed, covered in
blackness. I lay solemn and
forget my achievements. The
only thing I know is that now
loneliness leads to emptiness.
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