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The Fourth Act
by Dorian BlackI find myself
traveling
to the same dogeared-pages,
that I've traveled
a hundred times before.
Trying to recreate situations,
to fulfill the imagination
of happiness.
The immense distances,
can't be leapt
can't be bounded over
in the daydreams of Forever.
Fate plays puppeteer
as I dangle across that stage,
in the theatre of the absurd.
It's time for the fourth act,
and I'm torn.
(The show must go on!)
So here I am,
in all of my battered glory,
thinking that I should have read the script,
so I know if this is a romance
or a tragedy.
It's got me wondering what kind of man I am;
Other, Next, or Last.
And if the curtains fall,
again ...
leave enough of me,
please,
for the finale. 01/18/2014 Posted on 01/18/2014
Copyright © 2024 Dorian Black
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/18/14 at 08:42 PM Reminds me of Shakespeare, "All the world's a stage and we but actors upon it." Knowing the script would surely help (maybe). For me knowing Christ let's me know the ending if not all that is in betwen. The ending is glorious! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/22/14 at 05:45 PM Excellent piece of introspection, Dorian, and worthy update to the "all the world's a stage" concept. |
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