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.
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Nothing can be done. Nowhere you can run. . . .
. . . from the inside wholeness someone stole.
It’s a tragedy spun with only a single role.
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Entered in Francine Roberts's Contest "One English Quintain"
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