The Comedian Poem by Elizabeth Russell
The Comedian
The webbing of my self control
Is bursting apart
Breaking down the disguise
Of my life
Unshakeable equanimity
Hardheaded pragmatism
Now a Mobius Strip of uncertainty
An endless comedy of behaviours
Provided for the entertainment
Of the gods
I wait in the wings
For the hero to appear to save me
But at the worst possible moment
I find there is no hero
--Only me
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4/25/2024 11:23:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The realisation of reality isn't always pleasant is it? However, if we have reached this point, at least we have the option to change things. Love Gyp's