On the deserted corner
of Condemned and Death
there stands a neglected
rundown theater,
paint peeled and cobwebbed,
haunted by ghosts
performing dead drama,
on a dark empty stage.
Tattered backdrops rippled
in a draft
of undiminished silence.
Hushed applause echo
from the sole seat
in the house,
where I sit
paralyzed in fear,
clenching my program,
blank yellowing pages.