Circles of Light

Behind the curtain, all alone.

The crowd doesn't weigh on my mind,

Only on my heart.

Twisted smile,

While inside my head is churning.

The light chooses me,

Like a finger that accuses.

I'll stay here, still,

In the middle of nowhere,

That only claps in silence.

The darkness tastes more than I do,

Dance, fly, fall and get up.

I'd rather stay.

Mask among the masks,

A man that no one sees anymore.

Every laugh that does not come,

It's a punch in the stomach.

Every wait an increasing emptiness.

And yet, I remain.

Because I don't know who I am anymore,

Without these circles of light. 

R.L.J.