Entering a world of pain,
Where most things are considered in vain.
Exposed, nowhere to hide,
A place where small details subside.
Feeling naked and alone on stage,
The real tragedy is a blank page,
And a world without emotion,
A world without artistic motion.
I like this poem because it speaks truth. It makes me feel that the truth is the only way to speak to others. Otherwise we are not appreciating the obvious gifts we have.
ReplyDelete"The real tragedy is a blank page." I liked that, I'm not sure it's always true- but what statement can always true?- but I liked the idea of it. Also good to get a rhymer in here to shake things up a bit.
ReplyDeleteThis is a well structured poem, nice rhyme at the end.
ReplyDeleteRhyming was never my forte. I like when people can do it well!
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