The Amber Auditorium || An Original Poem

There is a man sweeping
In the darkened theatre 
He seems to sweep the same 
Clean patch of linoleum, 
I sit in the cheap seats 
And silently watch the empty stage 
The emergency light flickers 
I wonder if it could be relied upon 
The only other light on is blue 
Stage front, to the left 
And barely illuminates the air 
The sweeping man doesn’t notice 
As I vacate the seats 
And the show hall 
Between four walls of bone 
Remains empty in my head



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