ABANDONED BY HIS CHARACTER

26 Jun

I saw you on stage the night before last

Eyes bloody with tears waiting to spill over

An angel in the form of a broken man, completely alone yet surrounded

I watched you take your final bow

One last farewell before the curtains closed

And you were left, to soak up the silence

So deafening it felt like thunder

You’d repeat and repeat for the days to follow

Caught in the cycle of your own creation

New bodies in seats, new souls asking for more

But what else could you give?

There’s only so many pieces to break off

Until you have nothing left

To keep for yourself

As I observed the sweat run down your brow

Catching in the creases of your hollow smile

Skin opaque with the spotlights glare

I finally knew who you were

Stripped back, removed from the facade presented

Between seven and ten

Every Monday to Saturday

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