Soft sounds of distant poems filled the rancid air <br />Along with restless whispers of Romeo's heir <br />A theater filled with consuming empty chairs <br />Warned me again with my forbidden prayers <br /> <br />Not far away I noticed a faint light gleam <br />Coming from stage lights that lines up in a seam <br />The curtains fall and so begins the theme <br />Of questioned feelings that makes you wanna scream <br /> <br />Sat beside you as Morpheus entered your dreams <br />And made you part of his mischievous schemes <br />By rendering stolen glances as they steam <br />And reigning over me like someone supreme <br /> <br />Could I say that I was not aware <br />Of the consequences of that anxious stare <br />Or was I too sad or too willing to share <br />The selfish reasons for this silenced despair <br /> <br />Curtains close and so ends this familiar theme <br />Of queer feelings that still makes you wanna scream <br /> <br />~ming<br /><br />Inday Prising<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burning-theaters/
