Consigned now to my hazy vantage
amongst hidden peers in shadowed seats,
I watch the performance persist without end.
But no longer am I a weary player reciting aged lines;
no more minutes wasted coaxing meaningless applause,
in a bland distraction leading to endings all too familiar.
How different is the stage from this side of the curtain,
how obvious the plot,
how odd the script…
© C.G. Berry (2015)
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