Wicker Chair
Wicker chair, 
standing in the centre of the room.
Walls painted white.
Floor painted black.
Ceiling painted grey.

A stereo is playing an old Beatles song.
Round and round the couple dances.
Happy in the illusion that
the wicker chair is
the centre of the universe.

Brittle hearts, aching in silence.
The dancing is the focus
of the relationship.

Round and round the emotions circle.
Around the wicker chair,
around the wicker chair.

Dance foolish people.
Dance and pretend.
Dance and defend the lies
you have told everybody.

Wicker chair, catches on fire.
It is burning.
Ashes.
Surrender.

Comments:
 
realmwriter   realmwriter wrote
on 9/23/2014 11:11:43 AM
We so often live a lie that we present the world as truth. We hide away from who we really are and hope the world cannot see beyond the music that we cannot face. We dance to our own tune and listen not to that of others, for we do not care enough to look beyond ourselves. Skillfully crafted piece this is. And once we face the truth in ourselves, we can allow the chair to burn, but should it burn before its due, our world comes crashing down and we know not what to do.

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