Deleted Scene
my barren stage
holds me
still picture
emblazoned
one light
stabbing nothing
long shadows
stretching
to the wings
you waiting beyond
expecting your cue
I
choking on it
saying incredulously
I love, you
proudly sauntering to my side
your diatribe
harangue
hackneyed speech
violating my self
I
defeated
dropping at your feet
dead
[Curtain]
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-02-25 at 02:53
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