Carol Mitra Poet Rhyme

A One-Man Show

My faced is caked
With pigment baked
Into the glaring night
I look for light
It’s me I fight
Day and night
Have you no eyes?
Do you not see?
You are looking 
At another me 
I stand alone
I do not own
I am the speech
I am the word
I am the battle
I am the axe
I am the struggle
I am the strife
This is my way 
This is my life
I am so many
I am but one
I am all and yet I am none
The time is now
I’ve stood and how
On this stage of life
I’ll take a bow, I’ll take a bow!

29.4.22

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Darlene De Beaulieu April 29, 2022 at 11:03 AM Hello Carol Mitra, This poem is cleverly created by you. Blessings. Darlene De Beaulieu April 30, 2022 at 7:58 AM HelloCarol, Yes I have enjoyed it. Hugs. Carol Mitra April 29, 2022 at 11:05 PM Thanks dear Darlene....I am glad you liked it :)