The Actor

The Actor

Can't you see?

The seats in the 

auditorium are empty, 

the cushions stone-cold

and infested with mold.

The lights overhead 

are dimmed and flickering, 

there are no stars dithering

in the sky tonight--not 

even the gods are 

watching your plight. 

So why are you here,

standing stock-still on stage,

glittery mask donned 

and cloak draped on...

Why are you still pretending 

even when your

audience has gone?