curtain call

piercing whispers roam about
assembled behind your back
there’s nothing people love
more than someone else’s lack

the world spins on without you
and with such a haunting creak
when your plans don’t work out
or you choose not to speak

loneliness is glorified
except when it is around
plans made to defeat it
make one become profound

misfortune competition
turns the world into victims
that prey on others to
inflict their conditions

the tower feels so empty
watched by an all-seeing eye
the presence that you sense
just makes you want to cry

are you here or somewhere else
can you be here in the now?
even when you’re alone
step up and take a bow