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76 · Dec 2020
Tired
Matthew stetson Dec 2020
Sick of teasing demons
Shackled out of arms reach
Snarling, hungry for a chunk of flesh
Patient for days, weeks

Following silently, cold malicious desire
Whispering deadly temptations
Joyfully dumping fuel
Enraging my eternal fire

Shackled to life’s patterns
Evolving and growing, pattens match stride
Shapes that appear gone and broken
Still spread ripples far and wide

Places and friends that felt like home
Left behind, changed or no more
Hold a spot in my heart forever and ever
And alone I will endure.
65 · Dec 2020
The show
Matthew stetson Dec 2020
Heavy curtains open fluently
Audience to be, storming cold seats
Ready to escape ordinary living
Yearning souls eager to see.

Grand performances.
Ever vivid and inviting.
Inspirational props, costumes and story’s
Illuminating new life, neath pale lighting

Laughter and wails, echo across thin air
Throughout well rehearsed scenes.
Captivating and mesmerizing all alike
Revealing an end to the means.

The lights cut out, heavy curtains swing closed
The audience rejoice with glee
Pouring out wide doors, out into the night
Leaving the theatre to me.

Stage is mopped, props are cleaned
Everything in its position
Nightly routines and needed upkeep
Performed with familiar precision.

New story’s and lessons put on display
To whomever pays to go
Buy a ticket, hurry to your seat
Get ready for the show.

— The End —