A Letter to the Little Theatre (A Poem)

A Letter to the Little Theatre

You were who I was

But when did we fall out of touch?

I began to need a crutch

And you turned your back

I gave you my all and you rang me out like a used cloth

And I was slowly broken down by the all the moths

Trapped in your walls, just like me.

When did you stop protecting me?

When did you become the last place I wanted to be?

You stopped being my home,

And you became my hell.

A hell I had to live through alone.

But when did I turn my back

And decide that I needed to get even?

I let the bad outshine the good

And drown out the happiness.

I was afraid.

I was hurt

I was alone.

I never meant to hurt you like this.

You were my home, my sanctuary,

You let me be carefree.

But now look at us

You’re already cracked foundation is shaken from blow

And I’m too broken to try to catch you.

Dear little theatre,

I love you,

I’ll miss you, I already do.

Goodbye.