ode to an audience

you wait for release of some text to read,
Some paint on canvas to sit and watch,
A video to play with popcorn to eat
Or some space to wander with a date to impress,
But have a thought for the artist true
For we are all simply mad,
Escaping your zoo.

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In that weak place,
between an old love and unreachable solace.
The voice sings and screams and pulls at strings.
And the hand wants to write the whole heart on sheets to set alight.
But the heart wants to guard the pity, its currency.
So the mind struggles through it’s rising shards of madness,
It will fight
And battles may be won
But the war leaves scars of dried paths,
And they cannot be walked again,
Only watched
As you pass by