My pain is a one act play
in my life’s endless stage,
a web of emotions
its setting;
there is no beginning
no end,
none to laugh
and no one to cry.
The props on the stage
are my losing hopes,
and waning desires
riding a rusted cart;
moving along
a barren path,
in lights dim
like my silent pain.
I knew what not to write
but did not know
what I should,
I gave a beginning
to the act,
but do not know
how to give an end.
