The Mind of a Theatre Chick by Amber BSands of time fall
Trickling away
grain by grain
and you wonder
what exactly is your purpose
Minutes by minutes
tick by
Hours by hours
pass
Father Time
Mother Kind
I am alone
My mind wanders to places
it should have wandered before
but should not ever wander again
Dark places
empty spaces
deserted of dreams
engulfing aspirations
Doubt
An ugly proposition
a comforting friend
it lives in us
breathes our air
in
and out
snuffing our self-worth
feeding our fear
Never be alone for too long
not the lonely kind of alone
(It becomes too crowded up there)
04/10/2003 Posted on 04/10/2003 Copyright © 2024 Amber B
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 04/10/03 at 11:55 PM (it becomes crowded up there)..excellent...getting more and more crowded all the time...very well written |
Posted by J. P. Davies on 04/23/03 at 08:29 PM As a theatre boy..I perfectly understand..just remember in all the world there are no folk quite so pleasant as theatre folk. |
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