for thirty years you struggled
desperate to get just enough
that limelight
that place on the playbill
such a powerful affirmation
the ultimate tool
to hide behind
who will ever know
your true nature
your alternate identity
this world will always keep your secret
this world was made for “your kind”
if only…
but they never did
the best you could get
wasn’t even close
and a younger you
your namesake
took away all chance
for recognition
all gone
thirty years again
and still you struggle
to walk, to laugh
to find someone to listen
but nobody cares anymore
nobody wants to hear it
even your handi-van driver feigns interest
purely out of basic human kindness
something else you seem to have lost
——
only My Sweetheart knows at all
Blessed…
m(___)m
