BLOCKA Poem by Zara M.Sitting on an empty stage. Props; this desk and chair. Light; a screen at which I stare. A performance with no script, only stage directions; they direct me to sit. Tense silence awkard audience twitch. Impatient suspense blatent watching.
Expecting Cruel judgement first opportunity testing my immunity This is a play with no
script just an audience to please; one cast member, me Confidence fails Biting nails. No encore, no wage. No typing, no page. No freedom, get back in your emotional cage. © 2011 Zara M.Featured ReviewReviews
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