Midnight’s Somber Dream

The curtain’s up
the lights are on
I stand upon the stage
The crowds are there
applause is rich
I’m unsure of my own age

I was younger
but not so old
it’s really such a blur
Quoting text
and making jest
emotions I must stir

“Out damn spot!”
and “Goodnight sweet Prince”
and other words like these.
I speak them loudly
I speak them gently
I say them all to please.

For in this dream
at twilight’s seam
my mind’s all a-twitter
I remember things
that never happened
and slowly grow so bitter.

© 2008 by Scot Lahaie

Published by Scot Lahaie

Scot Lahaie is an American playwright living in the Midwest.

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