for the first time

Hamlet

for the second time

backstage

for the third time

conception

for another time

nervous

again buried

alive

this time with a red light

of a silent light bulb

almost 400-year-old words

on the stage

rapid young words

within an easy reach cut through

by a shard

of their whisper

palpable anxiety

grows

fast look

beast driven back

into a corner

someone made

a mistake

spoiled

the order

fear of being punished

for the same act

silence shame by an inner uncertainty

it follows silence and shame

silence shame

actors of life

from the same play

united by a fear

are alone when it is their turn

once

everybody has to play

I close a door

behind everyone

who leaves

played reality this middle place

between and

pretended reality

both these states are truthful anyway

reality is the truth

lie is the truth

knowledge of the truth is happiness and peace

I am in a hurry

it is my turn

I have to become the truth

who is going to close the door behind me?