By Calista Cahill
the dropping of lines
the missing of cues
upstaging the actors
what are we to do?
props and actors missing here and there
OH NO!!! part of the set is gone
who knows where?
the show opens tonight
should we despair?
If the world is indeed a stage
And if we are all just players
I pity the Director
The Director would have a lot on his hands
A world full of actors is more than a sane person can stand
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�The Image Of A Ghost�
By Calista Cahill
In the shadow of twilight, he haunts me.
In the blinding light of day, he calls my name.
In the darkness of my mind, he hides his face.
A mask of shadows is all I have ever seen of him.
He knows me for what I am a pretender, a fraud,
The shadow of my parent�s dreams.
He strips away my masks revealing
That nothing lies behind them.
I am a ghost of dreams and wishes unfulfilled.
Friends think I am a wonderfully kind person.
I am their fool and jester.
Simple and afraid of everything and nothing
A broken heart that belongs to everyone
And to no one at the same time
A mind clogged with fear and self-loathing
I am a poet, the dream of other people�s dreams
The weaver of magical webs of fantasies
Yet, I am alone in this world.