In whispered sighs, the night begins to sing, A mournful tune that sadness seems to bring. The audience, a sea of faces, stare, As I, the actor, bear my cross to bear.

Amidst the shadows, on life's somber stage, Melancholy dances, an enigmatic sage. A solo performance, in twilight's gentle glow, Whispers of sorrow, like a river's ebb and flow.

Each step a whisper, a fading note, Upon this stage, where sorrows float.

#SmallPoems #Poetry #MicroFiction #SmallStories #stage #poem