Friday, June 28, 2013

Poem: 15 Minutes

15 Minutes

By: Joi Maree Flowers

When the lights are cut on
There they are
Faces of those known and unknown
Smiling with every word that ejects from your mouth
Applauding you for every recognition received

Then around you
Heard not a sound
Felt not a presence
When those 15 minutes of fame expire
And those once bright lights dim to black

And nothing
Not even a whisper
Is heard in the darkness

And again you're alone
And again unknown

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