The Play

I find myself as an actor (in life)
Will you be my (co-star) friend?
I hate the questions
I reveal insane poems
The puzzle fits
Or does it question authority?
Who were you when the play began?
Can you be my friend?
I doubt it
You probably hate me
I'm not insane, just confused

Frenzy of screams
Silence
The curtain rises

ACT I
I step forth into the theater of the living
The stage is experience, the acting is giving
My life is filled with emptiness, full of depression
The poetry is the priest, my venue is confession
I shall continue, I shall go on, continue my pain
Fighting aimlessly, existing in vain

ACT II
Again I find myself in a familiar place
My body no longer hungers, my soul is filled with grace
The visions I have are now in my grasp
Confusion, depression and my mortal pain are in the past
I shall continue, I shall go on, continue my play
Living, not acting, experiencing life each precious day

ACT III
Hello Peace created my heart
Devotion to reality made me whole
Don't visit the asylum
You'll see me as human
When my heart stops
Say Hi to him, he's in plot 34

THE END

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