One flame
Your stone cold smile
Blows out the candle
Whose light we once used
To singe the edges
Of my satin ribbons
To make them stop fraying-
But one loose thread
Is all it takes
For it all to unravel
Where the Limelight Ceases
It’s hard to find where the limelight ceases
In a world of shadows.
I wish to escape the blinding tedium
Of being picked apart and dissected.
Center stage, we find ourselves reflecting hidden impurities
To the masses beneath the beacons of hidden stage lights.
I no longer wish for the interminable winters
Coated with deceptive layers of white hot innocence
For only a child is free from this biting marvel
That plagues all those in its subjective beam of scrutiny.
Trying to flee is a futile attempt to regain one’s youth-
We can only hope to take shelter in our own shadows
When truly, one can never be free of the bright limelight that glares on center stage.