Empty Theatre of Loneliness

EMPTY THEATRE OF LONELINESS You want to leave the stage, the action shun. But a cold black hand grips your soul. ` Nothing can be done. Nowhere you can run. . . . . . . from the inside wholeness someone stole. It’s a tragedy spun with only a single role. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Entered in Francine Roberts's Contest "One English Quintain"