Theatre and Me

In a dark place,

Surrounded by strangers,

The motion picture sometimes,

Fails to hold my attention.

The loneliness,

The pain,

The desperation,

Makes my thoughts wander,

Back to the isolated reality,

For a moment or two,

It is all numb, ache and breathless.

Then a sound from the strangers,

Like a helicopter to rescue.

Or bright colors from the screen,

Like a lighthouse at the shore.

Saves me, says me,

There are millions of stories,

Both inside and outside the screen.

Thus reminding me how mine is beautiful,

By being a lone spectator,

Not distracted by anyone to talk,

Or to share opinions,

Just to enjoy the complete show.