An Inspirational Act
Curtains kissed
To every cheering face I had taken a bow
Claps and hoot had calmed down now
As I saw the face in front of me
Wretched, old and ugly as can be
The sadness in her eyes of many loses
Battles she had fought explained all the bruises
Death walked beside her, now holding her hand
Sons of her own womb had betrayed her land
It was time for her rest before the next act
Tomorow’s papers would carry her abstract
Being her, History’s Queen was a huge task
My real face peeked behind as I peeled of her mask
By Hans Albert Lewis
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this touched a deep cord, didnt know what u had in mind when u wrote it, but i percieved it as either a stage play about someone famous person(mostly anyone would) but also the life death and ghost of a person leaving her body behind towards the bright light...nice..
ReplyDeletewow.. deep poems. keep up the good work. xo dragonprincess
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