Mime
There is a mime, controlling my brain.
Wordless, silent, to solitary he is confined
constantly in pain
This quiet mentor is tormenting my mind.
He teaches me to perform, but he's all too perverse.
The necessary faces,
teaching me with his
Silent movements
all of the necessary lines
to fool the audience. He's a master of the art.
Oh, what a farce.
There is a mime in my mind
and it seems to me he's falling apart.
Copyright © Evelyn Collins | Year Posted 2016
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