Behind the Curtain
The curtain drops
And I stand before you
Reciting the words
That are being captured
By the camcorder that is
My pen
Smoke fills the air
All around the stage
The audience is strained to breathe it in
You hear me scream
As tears pour down my face;
Pleading for help
As I struggle to ward off the pain I am dealt
You watch me get high
And before I can come back down
You watch buckets of sweat
Seep from my skin
Until my knees tremble
And I fall to the ground
Revealed are my internal scars
As I am coming clean before the spectators
Watching me in trepidation
I pace the stage aimlessly
Biting my nails nervously
Aware that every secret
Is now being revealed before you
The audience is basked in silence
I saunter the stage in circles
Until I meet up with myself again
Shadowed figures now appear
Faceless and bitter cold
Haunting us all with vacant stares
You watch them dance in my presence
They are there to remind me that I am
Once again,
Alone
I begin to bleed
From the base of my cadaver
Leaving my soul stained in crimson shadows
The curtain closes now
And I lift my pen from the stage base
I see myself, alive again
And if you've been watching
You will see
This is not the end
copyright(c) May 2007
Deanna Prall
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