My poetry=you

I walk the lonely street
to my car
wandering home
from the crowded bar
I wish I knew how to love you
without leaving the scars
I'll find out when my time is up
But I'm still trying to fight
and trying to find my path
in the dark night
Struggling with your reality
and all that you mean to me
wondering if you still see
or if your power has become you
If vanity transformed your truth...
This pain holds me captive
and it hurts to breath
It keeps me in its nightmares...
I cry out in the smile of strangers
I sing along with their silent melody
working towards the light that I can't see
I hold it close to my broken heart
That has begun to fall apart
I keep it in the empty hole
left behind by my lonely soul....
Now I wonder if you're worth the pain
or if love exists to gain
I realize my poetry
will now become you and who you are to me....

The afterthought.....

Weekend one of King Lear is done.
It went well.
There were some goof-ups, but that comes with the territory.
Overall, it was good.
Yeah....
Something I was grateful for yet still made me laugh was that someone decided to put a synopsis of the show in the program.
Genius idea, says I.
I know a few audience members made reference to this more than once during their watching the show.
I know I've been to a few shows that WEREN'T Shakespeare for which I needed a guide to tell me what the heck was going on.
So yeah...
The first part is over...
Now all I have to do is wait for Wednesday, for brush-up....
*SIGH*