Poetry journal

The end of acting

We're living our movie. This is what you wanted.

If not this is what you got. In the empty movie theater,

Watching your life go down, up, and to an end.

Mistakes you wish to undo, unknown memories known.

You're so young, soft skin to wrinkles.

Or soft skin to soft skin, couldn't celebrate your sixth birthday.

You can fall anywhere, anyday, life will drop you.

Be scared or don't. Doesn't matter until it starts to get dark.

Close your eyes in a grassy field, a dark room,

In the rain, or in an empty street.

Death follows you everywhere you go.

Don't let him catch you. Everything will be gone.