The Play

Location

Of this worlds theater the grand stage awaits

A vast audience amassed whom fervently watch,

As I don my mask stone cold as stone slates

Until the slumber of Gaia with which I find grace.

With little to spare my happiness reserved

To society's satisfaction my true face won't be shown,

As the audience applauds my wits unnerved

The show must go on but with progenitors concerned.

Yet I, one of many, lost in status quo

Shall one day show face for all the world to see,

As the visage, in time, withers away without woe

The true character revealed at the end of the show.

With those who are strong I will be with you anon

As the resolution ends, the man finds a new dawn.

 

Comments

GiancarloA

My first poem!

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741