The show is over
so where’s the curtain?
The spotlight’s shining
right in my eyes
and I can’t see
but I hear the crowd still out there
somewhere
all eyes on me
But I’m done
I can’t
there’s nothing left for me to say
no blocking
no direction
no end scene
Only dead air
and silence
and stares of disappointed expectations
No applause
No bows
no curtain call
no that’s a wrap
Just me
and them
and an act I can’t keep up.
