The Onlooker

[Delta40]

It is no easy effort
to grind away
and rub at the numbness
from my cheeks
as I sit in theatres tight stalls

trying to add nothingness
to the rolls of fatty residue
which collect from my observance
of the drama of life

Or is it mere comedy?
One can never be sure
when the body heaves
this way
and that
to remould its shape
and perhaps get a better look

I strained my neck
and my ankles swelled
as I watched from a distance
the next act

of my own existence

[Silas Thorne]

There is a strong sense of poetic expression in this. :) However,I have trouble getting into it. I see lines about the perception of self, but the images in it are rather vaguely expressed, and I have trouble getting more than this, apart from a description. Perhaps you aren't giving us enough clues. Just my opinion. Though I'm not always the best judge of other people's poems, since I tend to miss a lot.

[Delta40]

No that's fine. I mean it doesn't occur to me to tell my audience where I am when I write! I'll do this again and see how I go.

Thanks Silas