nisha dyrene

The Play - Poem by nisha dyrene

Act two, Scene one
He lost the girl
And stabbed his best friend
In the back

The audience roared
With approving censure

His next cue
Came from a dark corner
He walked on stage and said
God was but a figment
Of man’s imagination

When the sixth round
Of applause died down
He rested

His final curtain call
The spotlight caressed him
Like a lover
A dozen red roses and hearts
Lay at his feet

He looks at the audience
And sees for the first time

His screams of horror
Are lost in the standing ovation
Of silence

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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