Poems Of A Beautiful Storm

Shakespearean Tragedy

The light starts to dim
The darkness I have found
Your lighted smile taunts me
As the live orchestra sounds

Your love is my enemy
Confinement is my friend
I pull the moonlight backdrop
As our scene comes to an end

Your words turn to be scripted
Your personality was a prop
The show slows down
Yet the script will never stop

Our stage hold some drama
And a splash of comedy
But all we really are
Is a Shakespearean tragedy
-Felicity Finney