A One Act Play

by Tom Swart   Dec 25, 2005


My mind is a play of thoughts,
Act after act,
Scene after scene.
I see the curtain
But it never rises.
Faces of the actors are
unknown.
Yet I applaud and
cry encore.
Is it strange that
I am the only audience,
and the rest are only dreams.

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  • 17 years ago

    by GretaInsideOut

    Hmm, an interesting piece, seductive though. Well done, Greta xo

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    I think we all feel alone sometimes. I know I do me and my memories. Good job!

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