The Man With No Eyes Collection (5): The Director



When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

Shielding our thoughts, so we just keep on living.

I happened to wander backstage one dark day.

And passed through the veil after losing my way.


Then, in the director’s chair, to my surprise,

There sat a tall man, dressed sharply in lies,

His smile was beaming; his face had no eyes.


I fled from the room, where my mind was left reeling

The image I’d seen left a deep, queasy feeling,

A creature of darkness, inhuman and wrong,

But the truth is, I had known him all along.


For this man and that man are one and the same,

One born from intentions of dodging the blame,

And one burning bridges to hide from his shame.


I think back to that day, to the director’s chair,

And before I realize it, I see myself there.

The actor, the liar, in over his head,

His dreams are alive, but his reason’s long dead,


This role will be perfect, a way to shine bright,

A less obvious way, pulling strings, out of sight,

But still, I’ll be cloaked in that radiant light,


When the curtain rises, all is forgiven,

To hell with that now! I’ll become the villain,

If I can’t be acknowledged the way that I am,

I’ll make it so I can’t be lonely again!


I’ll course through the hearts of the crowd like thunder,

Take all of my agony, tear them asunder!

If that’s what it takes to get them to wonder.


If that’s what it takes for them to...

Now I wonder.

Is this a mistake, o some terrible blunder?

Am I a lost cause, who was doomed from the start?

o was I at fault for the state of my heart?


The director’s chair has become like my cage,

Ensnared por my power, consumed por my rage,

My only chance now

is to exit the stage.



Phew! This is easily the one I've worked the hardest on, as it is meant to be the largest change in character. Went through several rewrites to communicate the ideas I wanted. Please let me know your thoughts; I am an amateur poet, after all!