Monday, January 13, 2003

Emotions for Sale

Stop your cheap tears from flooding,
No you’re not ripened with agony.
Stop your violent gestures from escaping,
No you’re not tortured by humanity.
You’re a lost spirit in search of meaning,
You’re a lousy actress in search of a role.
All you need is applause,
A pretentious act of pity,
An idiotic exposure of care.
But the audiences smile with indifference,
Stare with a trite gaze,
And laugh at the false act.
They are envisioning their own pasts,
Days viciously stuck to memory,
Like spots of grease on a silk blouse.
They see moments of anger and pain,
Moments whose mere remembrance
Awakens an ever-bleeding wound.
It is a hurt that keeps drilling
Through their bones,
Through their self,
To reach a Godforsaken soul.
And yet they clap,
To a lost spirit in search of meaning,
To a lousy actress in search of a role.

1 Comments:

Blogger Stephanie Mally said...

i really like your poem...its deep. i can relate on some level. good job!

Thursday, February 17, 2005 9:19:00 AM  

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