Misery! Oh the misery of a play that's ending.
A reality that goes amiss and emotions descending.

Though the audience know not of what goes on my mind,
I just seek solace in their remarks - mostly condescending!

I wish and hope I pass on the words I am intending.
Oh grief! Take me back into the actor's shoes,
in this reality, pain is impending!

Good morning,
gentle readers.

If I could,
I would
bring you
flowers and
latte and kiss
your blues
away.

Really.
    ~mce

Their eyes wandered,
Crowding the scene
But I averted
My own
To lend privacy
To the disaster.

Tears ran down her face
And cries were heard
And she muffled them
But the man said curtly,
Keep him crying,
It means he's alive.

What had happened
In an instant
Drew out,
As they stared
And I turned away
Thinking I was helping,
My eyes hardly probing
Like theirs.

But in the end,
I'm not the one
Who uttered reassurances
Or found the doctor.
They did.

Two performers debating on a quirky time capsule stage

Evaporating the barriers of time with their improv

As the spectators breathe life into their routine with no turmoil