The Actor
The camera pans out and the picture fades.
Everyone leaves, but the actor stays.
What happens behind the scenes?
How does the actor feel? Does he feel he needs to scream?
The actor, in his room so dark.
Lights turned low, will the actor depart?
Will the departure be from the studio or this life?
Has the actor reached a strife?
Has the strife filled the actor with emotional pain?
Or a ghost that needs to be slain?
Does the actor feel haunted?
Or does he feel taunted?
Out of all the things the actor feels, he always feel he doesn't belong.
Will he sing us one last song?
Or will the actor sing us many more?
Why won't he just leave the studio and walk out the door?
Instead he takes a knife.
He wants to end this life.
The actor slits his wrists.
Oh god...he will be missed....
But wait, there is hope,
A cameraman forgot his tote.
There is a dim light on.
The cameraman goes to turn it off and finds the actor's life almost gone.
The actor awakes in a hospital bed.
He did not think he'd find the one he'd wed.
For he set eyes on his true love.
Her voice smooth as a dove's.
The actor forgot he was loved,
By this sweet dove.
He begged forgiveness and asked her hand.
Though he was not yet able to stand.
They married in that room.
The actor became a groom,
And the dove a bride.
Now the actor is filled with great pride.
 Time_Continues · Sat Mar 08, 2008 @ 04:54pm · 1 Comments |
