I am Jack's Poetry

An Empty Stage

	The curtain falls
	   on an empty stage
	The sets have all been struck
	The spotlight
	   of our dreams
	   fades
	We face
	   the critics
	   of our life
	   this passion play
	Without the shelter
	   of our masks
	   our characters
	   our scripts
	And Alone
	   we confront
	   the darkness
	   of the world
	   and our own souls