I sometimes feel
That i am a tragedy
Awaiting to become
A greater tragedy
Of what
I already am
But not
Tragic enough
To inspire
The likes of Shakespeare
Swoons
Then exits stage
Of an empty ramshackle theatre
Apart from a sweet old lady
Knitting
Lost in her own thoughts
And reverie
The stage
Is no longer
Set
As the dust
Remains
Undisturbed
The stage needs a sweep
Not a swoon....
by Jemia