The Last Reel

Everything wove into the story,
Evaporates.

And here I stand,
Blinded and blank,
Imagining everything, but disconnected.

The film has run out,
Alone, on stage,
Come to find I was never really an actress,
They were never really my friends or enemies.

Stumble out of the theatre and all I got is some sun and trees
Rags for clothes
A broke down car
A million scars
An empty job
A lonely echo
Of the sleep.

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