A Global Theater

A Global Theater

by Jeffrey Yorio

Death’s travesty,
isn’t in dying.
Is it in our boldness
of living life’s theater in regret?

False words said about the dead,
while on our side of the grave.

Opportunities missed;
A lovers kiss.
A laugh.
A setting sun.
A comforting shoulder.

Why do we keep secret
these joyous things?

Why is the coin more valuable than
the items it acquires?
Can you truly sell your soul?

Actors admit they’re people.
People deny they’re actors.
We did sell our soul
and we’re happy to be slaves

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About the author:

Jeffrey Yorio has a BS in Education-History and an MS in Operations Management. He has been writing for about five years though poetry for the last three.

He lives outside  Rochester, New York and currently supports his writing by working as a supervisor for a manufacturing company.

Jeffrey enjoys reading/writing Science fiction, fantasy and Alternate/Historical fiction. His introduction to poetry was to enter a poetry contest on another site(Now closed) yo expand hid writing.

2 thoughts on “A Global Theater

  1. Dear Pel,
    Your poem is thought provoking,
    asking the questions many of us ask ourselves. And, revealing some of the same answers.

  2. This is strong and powerful, Pelwrath. I enjoyed every line, but my favorite are “Actors admit they’re people… People deny they’re actors”.

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