Magician,
I’m the only other one in the world
When you call me from the audience
And pull a flower from behind my ear,
Ruffling my hair.
I’m the only other one in the world
When you play for me,
In a dark room,
showing me illusions.
I’m the only one
Till the show must go on,
Elsewhere.
When the curtain falls,
You have thrilled everyone
But touched no one.
I like it very much. The magician expressed his loneliness. That hollow feeling that makes your soul ache.
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That poem surprised me. The last three lines, which I thought would be a bitter indictment, actually show compassion. I like this.
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