How sad

My only beauty

Splashed ink on some page



Word woven wishes

On a gilded stage



In perfect spotlight

Ideal image made



Hides unattractive

The real not displayed


The words

Just a reflection

Of whom I wished be


In hopes

Repeated enough

I, too, will believe



As if given truth

They are barely me


The truth

Words the only thing

Of beauty to see


16 Responses to “Offstage”
  1. beth says:

    words are real

  2. It was a tough decision to click the “like” button. I certainly like the format and style of this poem, but I don’t like what I interpret as its meaning. You are SO MORE than your words on paper!

  3. Oh, I love this. So beautiful and so cleverly done. Do I detect pain?

  4. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    So true, and said so well. The precise word, the perfect time and place. Lovely my friend!

  5. kristianw84 says:

    I wish I had words of comfort, as I deduce some heaviness weaved through your words, just know if there is anything at all I can do to help carry the weight, I’m here.

  6. I read this poem quite some time, it does have a sense of dejection while no doubt it’s a beauty as all of your other works. Not sure what’s that hidden feeling you described Brad, but I did feel a bit reading this

    • Brad Osborne says:

      You always see past the obvious and into the heart of my words. It holds a lot of feelings but I am not sure one is predominate over the others. I think each reader will find their own meaning behind the words. Thank you!

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