Action

Action does speak

A ghost stands near in skin

Whispers in a normal tone

 Many never hear

Nothing fake only ignored

In some ways an afterthought that never was

The secret spilled, lip service in overtime

Crushed illusions of something close to a friend

Only to see actions in a dream have prophet tones

The director invisible yelled action

Which the lines were wrong with the right results

Sensitive to the act of loyalty

Only to get an action of a kick below the stomach

Hoping still others enjoyed and had a few laughs

Leftovers served as cold as being cut before even considered

All will be well for one loss is the many self-absorbed victory

Too many times of tears now dry and distances cold like lines of an Oscar award

I didn’t mean too

Now the action has many in good times

Whilst one holds an empty memory of being no action