“The actor finished.”
The lights dim, and the curtains
Close leaving behind a darkened
Lonesome stage
No more actors,
No more lines.
No more of
A show that
Was ever there.
I now see the real you,
And that perfect mask you
Wear, has shattered to the
Floor.
I know now,
That I was a child,
A pawn in your games.
Not anymore.
Not ever again.
Since this is the end.
YOU ARE READING
My Mindful Poetry
PoetryEvery type of emotion is in here, i want people to be able to relate to what i write and understand it.
