Broadway

Broadway

Much more
Than a sheer theatre
Than a mere stage

Life is taught
Life is seen
Life is heard
On a humble surface

called home
For a lucky few

Where our senses are enhanced

The lights of the stage
breathing on us
Keeping us alive
In our times of need

Screaming at the top of our lungs
Letting the spectators
Hear the panic in our yells

The voice of man rings through our ears
Anger pinches our cheeks
The jokes of man tickling our tongues
Passion pulsing our hearts

And giving us
That one reason
To persist

With that outside nonsense
Called life

Life well written about!

Wow, I just love your last five lines...

It could end softly but it also packs a punch.

I also liked how you said it's home to a lucky few.

The lucky few...

Im glad you enjoyed the poem, I thought a lucky few would be the appropriate words... :)
--Lexy S.

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