In the darkened theatre
He seems to sweep the same
Clean patch of linoleum,
Attentively.
I sit in the cheap seats
And silently watch the empty stage
The emergency light flickers
I wonder if it could be relied upon
The only other light on is blue
Stage front, to the left
And barely illuminates the air
The sweeping man doesn’t notice
As I vacate the seats
And the show hall
Between four walls of bone
Remains empty in my head
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You are the reason I am alive I love u so much, honestly ur poetry is amazing and you deserve to be published. Keep being an awesome bean and may your wholesomeness shine pierce through the world like your smile pierces my heart <3
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