Silent whispers
No one hears
Faint echoes
And voiceless reflections.
Pulling and screaming
From every direction.
Tainted memories
And jarring sequels.
A cast of one
In a biopic production.
Rolling through takes
Unexpected mistakes.
And a line forgotten.
This is the world
Of the faceless
The abandoned.
Left to her own devices
In the unwanted production.
She moves in guided rhythm.
Mouthing words unknown.
Faithful in presence..
Obedient to direction.
The ambient light
Surreal and true
Places undeserved delight
On this one character
In the room.
In sacrificing urgency
The scene ends with a bow.
The only standing entity
Garnishes applause.
Somehow.
The lights dim
A secret untold.
That an amateur
Played the part
In this one man show.
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 