Years of training
children unable to transition
wake up as adults
a reoccurring glitch
chasing dreams
only the elite have attained...
They're skilled at presentation
a staged facade that's constantly rehearsed
adorning themselves with trinkets
hoping to find instant gratification
a quick fix to fill a void...
To no surprise
they've become their worst critics
rewinding scenes of an afterthought
chasing spotlights that no longer exist.
Author notes
Prompt: Oh God ! you are a spotlight and I am the darkness...Unknown.
A contest entry
- a spotlight ... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended November 29, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Humm..very well rewinded muse with so much depth of the soul in this piece of wondrful poetry..well done...
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YOu spoke so much truth about the elites. They do rehearse their every action. They have to being in the spotlight, if they want to stay there.
Really enjoyed reading this.
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