Empty of its audience, red, plush velvet seats;

Sorrowful, in mourning.

No more echoes of applause,

the opening of a grandeur curtain,

Just a ghostly appearance,

Breathing in the past.

Dusty stage lights,

Cobwebbed orchestra,

Costumes bleeding out their vibrany; silently decaying.

What do you call a stage

without a captivating drama?

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Stepped outside the Big White Room

Closed the door behind me

Needing to see where I belong,

Trying to feel familiarity.

Writer’s block is brutal

-A stab in the back from loyalty.

Needless to say I lost myself

Trampled by a monotonous society.

I sigh--

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Our ignorance makes colour just an illusion

We latch onto black and white for vision

Purifying our naivety, protecting our fears

Whether it be blood, sweat, or tears; no trace can be found

Recognition is the key to unearth beyond our judgemental lines.

We deny ourselves the truth, yet believe in immortality.

Observing a bag soar through the wind

Can you feel its freedom?

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