Life of a Performer

Fame winds itself around many

And then none are taken.

 

Swept past the brink,

Jazzed by the oncoming

Rain,

Poisoned in the acid downpour.

 

The life of a performer,

Revolving doors in full

Swing.

 

Curtailed by the sweet

Taste of air,

A breath taken in,

Moment to relieve oneself

Of the approaching pain.

 

Head-on collision with ugliness,

Fallen away in

The soaked eyes closing

Themselves down for the

Night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5 thoughts on “Life of a Performer

  1. Air escaping a balloon at hyper-speed, shattering flaccid shards into floating confetti landing in the dust of a dream – again.

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