Life is a story

Life is a story, a ball
a drama until the curtains fall
In the middle of a scene
as she plays the role of a happy queen
She falls knocked down
trying to smile; hiding her frown
It happens to her again & again
filling her up; making her mind go insane
does she deserve it ; isn’t it unfair?
now her eyes glistening with tear
her red balloon lost in the air
Now don’t throw her a rope
don’t give her another chance
for she gave up seeking,
sits there frozen in a trance
someone thinks she is made of stone
someone thinks she has no heart beside flesh & bone
as she walks on the edge the days come & go
the clock's chime
reminds her of time
a time the curtain falls.

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4 comments:

A.H.ROSTAMI said...

Dear Othersideblue, I left a comment but it is deletted?
Your last post also is deletted!
I am also waiting for your next posting whenever you were ready.
Take care.
Autumn is a beautiful season in Tehran , and enjoy it a lot,ok?

Anonymous said...

I will Hold the curtains !!

A.H.ROSTAMI said...

We are waiting you open the curtain. I realy enjoy your writing. I will wait.

Othersideblue said...

Windmills,
Correcting my faults
you know how is easier done
in poetry than real life.

Thanx 4 the suggestions