existential theater

i peer through this glass

always outside

looking in

at this tragedy called life

i see the actors on the stage

portraying joy and love

evoking pain and sorrow

within me

yet i cannot step into their world

of make believe

to join their passion play

and so i shall continue

to silently observe

through the windows of my tears

from where i stand


in this cold reality

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