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Act I
I'm running through the days
Afternoon following dawn
And my shoes are filling with dust
My teeth are chewing the lyrics of songs
That everyone else has forgotten
And the room grows darker
As tears burn my eyes
As blood turns black in my veins
I hear the songs of angels
Their words are robin's egg blue
As they rise to higher realms, their
Prayers (as a smoking candle flame)
Climbing to ever greater magnitudes
Of light, love, and power...
The dripping wax begins to sear my heart
Rain lashes the windowpanes of the front foyer
Scents of old paint, of dust on windowsills
Wood floors creak as they settle, as they rest
A century passed by
Before my hour arrived in this traveling medicine show
The barker is cajoling the curious passersby
In his top hat and spats; black cigar a set-piece
In the corner of his mouth
"Come in, come one, come all!
Some will tarry, some will fall
Some will weep, some will crawl
I must leave you now
I must leave you now."
You were never supposed to know these things
You were supposed to be dumb
You were supposed to be swallowed by the game of life
And instead you were vomited out
Intermezzo
It's been said that Lucifer could speak music
That the peal of bells, and roar of pipe organs
Would pour forth from his mouth
In praise of his Creator
What must it be like to speak so?
Act II
I've come to the place behind the showroom walls
The inner corridors of emptiness and old bones
I hear life going on around me, just beyond the wall
I can hear the laughter, I can see the passing feet...
And now I know what these places hold
I'm grown tired of staring at the floor
Every night I'm locked in here
While everyone else goes home.
Alone I listen to my soul,
And the ghosts that haunt such realms
Scream, cry and sometimes whisper:
Where am I? Where has the sun gone? Why is no one home?
And I have no answer to offer them
Yet if I were allowed to speak
I would only say that we all are damned
And the rope tightens every moment
The truth pours out
As bile from a ravaged throat
It must, or the rocks themselves will give witness
To the desperation
I'm running through the days
Afternoon following dawn
And my shoes are filling with dust
My teeth are chewing the lyrics of songs
That everyone else has forgotten
And the room grows darker
As tears burn my eyes
As blood turns black in my veins
I hear the songs of angels
Their words are robin's egg blue
As they rise to higher realms, their
Prayers (as a smoking candle flame)
Climbing to ever greater magnitudes
Of light, love, and power...
The dripping wax begins to sear my heart
Rain lashes the windowpanes of the front foyer
Scents of old paint, of dust on windowsills
Wood floors creak as they settle, as they rest
A century passed by
Before my hour arrived in this traveling medicine show
The barker is cajoling the curious passersby
In his top hat and spats; black cigar a set-piece
In the corner of his mouth
"Come in, come one, come all!
Some will tarry, some will fall
Some will weep, some will crawl
I must leave you now
I must leave you now."
You were never supposed to know these things
You were supposed to be dumb
You were supposed to be swallowed by the game of life
And instead you were vomited out
Intermezzo
It's been said that Lucifer could speak music
That the peal of bells, and roar of pipe organs
Would pour forth from his mouth
In praise of his Creator
What must it be like to speak so?
Act II
I've come to the place behind the showroom walls
The inner corridors of emptiness and old bones
I hear life going on around me, just beyond the wall
I can hear the laughter, I can see the passing feet...
And now I know what these places hold
I'm grown tired of staring at the floor
Every night I'm locked in here
While everyone else goes home.
Alone I listen to my soul,
And the ghosts that haunt such realms
Scream, cry and sometimes whisper:
Where am I? Where has the sun gone? Why is no one home?
And I have no answer to offer them
Yet if I were allowed to speak
I would only say that we all are damned
And the rope tightens every moment
The truth pours out
As bile from a ravaged throat
It must, or the rocks themselves will give witness
To the desperation
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You're ability to create a story with such emotive description is always amazing. I love the language you used. I mean I can almost smell the dust on the window panes, when it rains and it's sort of damp smelling. I love how you managed to convey the loneliness at first, then as the poem unfolds we pick up a post of bitterness, then sadness. I do wish I could say more but I'm so rusty with writing useful comments on poetry! It's shameful!