Tragic Stage

by

Dwayne Pagnotto

Sometimes I hold myself hostage at pencil point
A performance player in the theater of my mind
It's all an act.

Like some clay faced character I stare expressionless
At the interflowing of light and shadows on the wall

Trapped within the loose binding net of illusions
I struggle to free myself

And tear a hole in the fabric of my own delicate fallacies

Then for a time
I emerge into the true shape of myself

But then another trap door opens in front of me
Another slap in the face from the heavy callused hand of fate

And I am forced once more to don the clever disguise
Of happiness and unconcern

Which hides the inner mask of torture I wear

While I remain here
Behind the drawn curtains of isolation.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at My heart is full of thoughts
by: Roopa Rajah
from: Philadelphia, PA, US

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