I opened my own theatre
starring me
supported by beige walls
it requires no audience
just a few pieces of furniture and lamps
they will never answer wrong
to all that I would like to serve them
my own concerns and conflicts
with the other side of society
on the other side of the window
I can scream, I can swear, I can sweat
everything is patiently listened to
within this headquarters
no one is angry, no one’s fault
there is only a small flaw
in this well-knit committee
there is no other brain here than mine
so sometimes
there is no distance to all this
production at costs known only to me
***
Thank you for reading!
If you liked this poem, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
You can find more poems, stories, and articles by Mescaline Brisset on my Vocal profile. The art of creation never ends.
About the Creator
Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
Find me on Medium
Comments
Mescaline Brisset is not accepting comments at the moment
Want to show your support? Send them a one-off tip.