I watch life, like a horror movie
Screaming at the scene
Don’t say that, you will be eviscerated
Yet, as soon as I am more than simply an extra,
I fumble over simple lines
Adding to the Irony
I trip and tumble over the slightest shadow,
crawling and rolling my way down the aisle
Just give me a boost
I’ll fly forward onto stage
Even amongst a chorus,
my grace appears once set to music
As soon as the last note strikes
stuck in a precarious pose, balancing on tired toes
A cane drags me away, into the blackness off stage
Emerging from the darkness
my eyes dazzling with the sun
Every face I look into
another enemy, all I hear,
run
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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