Great drop, props. My favourite lines:
On a stage inflame with an amber color spotlight.
Everyone in the audience loves her, except me.
I despise her. For she is keeping me from my lies, by opening my eyes.
With those raspy high notes that totes me around in her song's pocket.
Unable to keep droplets of teary comets, from falling out of my eye socket.
That was on another level to me... everything else was setting the scene, but the poem came alive so much because of the description beforehand and because of how you tailored this perfectly... I always like contradictions in poems.... so I like the 'except me,' and the fact that you 'despise her,' after all, we all wallow in our own self-pity from time to time even when we have a lot more to be thankful for. I love the way you describe the tears as comets and how they can fall from your eye socket... really nice piece. Props on the drop and keep sharing :tu
