Upon the Stage of Life - Fading

Is this a crisis for the words refuse to flow of electrolytes pulsing and thoughts distant in shadow I must hold my rapt audience in this theatrical role renaissance garb I fashion with grace and light powder upon my nose my arms wave in slight suggestion and a voice loud, winding.. ingrained still.........my soul weary of belief this day quite trying indeed as words suffer to release my passion upon this stage I bleed could this be a final farewell adieu for my soul longs vacant in need a dedication once long lived in prosper today fleeting and unable to believe have I lost my gallant enthusiastic dream have the wheels of time consumed my pulse racing in angered defeat my fading breath shallow and week I bow in silent crisis as a rat desperate in need sweat pouring down, my tunic soaked I scurrying off life's stage was my inadequacy revealed by chance did they see.............? I fall to the floor in crumbled disease this crisis has brought defeat farewell...................farewell my love farewell my loving need.......... ____________________________________ Contest ~ "Crisis