I cried and cried
The flashing lights
Dancing people
Flashing themselves
As dancing tools
I slip and slide
My tears rolled down
Upon my cheeks
Selling themselves
Unto ‘fodder’
A war torn place
My fears scrolled, drowned
Remembering
Nothing, really.
The sad and pain
Suffer and struggle
The play acting
Dismembering
I tried and tried
To make sense
Of nonsense and
Sensing nothing
But emptiness.
I died and lied
To me, myself
and I. As I
sigh my last breath
into the wind
I am carried
forever gone…
Umm, nyah: Not too sure about rambling my thoughts in free-verse. Prefer structure — then again strictness is quite stifling. Based on the disturbing opening act of ‘Miss Saigon’ I watched up in San Francisco say around 2001.
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Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…