He takes his final bows once again. The audience roars in applause, showing false admiration for this poor man. Although, it would appear that they love him, their love is reserved for only the character, not the man behind him. He'll walk off the stage, having vanquished his enemies, won the heart of a fair maiden, and brought peace throughout the land.
This man will experience a thousand lives, but never live once. He will overcome unbeatable odds and destroy evil wherever it lurks, yet feel as though he accomplished nothing. This man will have a thousand lovers, and yet may never know what love feels like.
We are observing this man in a way not many have, off stage. He is truly the saddest of all sad men. He drowns his sorrow in whiskey and drugs. He'll die young, but somehow live forever. He will speak millions of sugar-coated words every night, yet never truly speak. He is not life, but merely the thin sheet on which life is projected.
This man is the most unfortunate man of all. For as he goes into that late night slumber he realizes, he will never vanquish his enemies, he will never bring peace, and his fair maiden shall exist only on the stage. Because unfortunately, actors can never bring their work home.
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A Walk Through Life
PoetryThrough this cold and lonely world we walk with bare feet on course gravel and this book is like a pair of sandals. Those who want to find a better way to think should read this. Some of these poems will make you smile and laugh and some might make...
