The Empty Stage

And the lights go dim

That's the end of the show

And the audience leaves

And the actors go home

And there's nobody watching

And there's no one but you

And you sit on the stage

And recite what you knew.

But the lines mean nothing

And the poses the same

And the curtain has closed

And the props put away

And Broadway sits empty 

And so does your soul

It's just you and the darkness

In this place you once knew.


And slowly a tear falls

And splashes the floor

And you bury your face

And unbury ten more.

It's the silence that kills you

It's the stage without lights

It's the knowledge that something

Was alive here tonight

But that somethings long gone now

Take a bow, bid adieu

The show is long over

And the credits are through

And it's nothing but darkness 

And it's nothing but you

And it's nothing but darkness

In this place you once knew.


Not so gentle reminders ►


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Hallie Elle

Mon 11th Apr 2016 01:02

Wow, I cannot express how grateful I am to receive so much positive feedback, especially as this is the first time I have voluntarily shared any of my work with the rest of the world. To answer a few of the questions that were posted in the comments:

I am 23 years old, and I have been writing similar pieces for as long as I can remember

I have no formal experience, I simply channel what my soul is feeling

I spent four years acting and absolutely loved it. Yes, this piece does reflect a great deal of the emotions I experienced after a show ended; however, my inspiration for this piece was from a relationship I lost over two years ago

As for the simplicity and repetition, I have color-grapheme synesthesia and tend to match a lot of the colors of my words.

I write with no rhyme nor reason and use no rules but my own. I am content with this and have no desire to change, so I was very nervous about sharing any of my work. I appreciate the interest you all have shown. Thank you!

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Sat 9th Apr 2016 19:54

I agree with everything in the comments; what intrigues me is that I am sensing someone who works as a performer and this is the emptiness that comes when the audience has drifted away. If this is you then I can totally agree with this sentiment as I am a performer.


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Helen Elliott

Fri 8th Apr 2016 22:32

Excellent. It reads beautifully and stirs the emotions. Really enjoyed :)

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Stu Buck

Fri 8th Apr 2016 22:30

great stuff. flows beautifully. cant add to whats been commented before.

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Martin Elder

Fri 8th Apr 2016 22:23

I agree with Wolfie with this one. I also picture the individual sitting on the stage with one single spotlight on them in the darkness. Nice one

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 8th Apr 2016 18:56


I really enjoyed this, there is so much going on.

I like the spiralling rhythm which fits the narrative, almost a desperate reminiscence.

The line "And you bury your face, and unbury ten more" is so simple but carries so much meaning.

The repetition of "and" works well, suggesting an overwhelming sense of futility, by relaying despair in list form. I think its a great piece and could prattle on about it, but really there is no need, as it speaks for itself.

Excuse the intrusive enquiry, but I wonder how old you are. Your profile picture suggests you are relatively young (certainly compared to me) I only ask as it is a very mature piece of writing.



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