THE END

you wear pain in solitude
and come out wearing
 a cap of happiness.

you act comedy on stage
but you are a tragic hero
acting a misdirected role.

you know they know,
the foolish and the wise ones alike
that acting is what you do
and at the end of the play
your back is to the ground
your body, beneath the ground,
and your tiny brain, for happy insects.

©The Bestowed