Here is an unpublished sonnet I wrote 2 years ago about missing acting onstage.
I get excited when I see a stage,
And more so if the set is dressed as well.
It’s been a year or more since the curtain’s paged,
And I miss it nearly more than life itself.
I cannot remit forever till old age
Dopamine dominant recurrences
Fleeting passion-driven reverberates
And equally been a source of wealth,
Makes subtle, the annoyances today,
Each exchange, shifting orbits, overwhelms,
The lights, fire orange, down center stage,
Hard to inspire mixtures locuras,
But I stay seated in the audience,
The stage unlit, where I’ll return again.