Don’t leave without me,
This stage a space unbridled,
Lost in a set of loneliness.
No props to express
My lack of words,
Only the sad eyes you left me with
And my false personas.
The dividing line between life and illusion,
Whose mantelpiece holds the awards.
Is this real,
I’ll know if no one shouts cut.
(Image courtesy theguardian.com)