01 February 2010


Histrionics goes
on-stage to play a role
its character sustained
in script that sneezes
misery he views
abhorrent to the craft.

It isn’t affectation
when it preys upon
a self he can’t renew
there is no balanced
sense of who he is
if guessing fails.

Cues are missed
and lines delivered
lifelessly – a deathly
silence blooms in
faux applause that’s
all imaginary.

He says in self defence
it isn’t me on-stage but
He who lost His Faith;
I’m ill and know I
cannot play the role
as well as He.

© 20 January 2010, I. D. Carswell