Centre Stage

Centre Stage
begins in the wings
these dark shadows
of props and humans
and sirens –
which sing.

Swollen souls
drowned sorrows
and egos –
all barks of judgement
no ears…
just speak.

Centre stage
or an illusion –
enforced magic
this blend of humanity
with sharp angles
for delusion.

But it’s this story of birth –
that ends in the grave…
of magic and love
and the belief in hearts.

Now that’s the thing –
about centre stage.

A flash of anger
when all tricks fail –
just before… the smile…