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This Actor's Lament
The stage is lit
but there's nobody here
nobody here
to be dramatic at.
The lines are pitiful,
the tears are real,
but there's nobody here
to notice the feeling.
There's no pathos or gratitude
applause or acclaim
to acknowledge the pain
of performance
because there's nobody
nobody
not a soul
to witness
this actor's lament.
Gods echo back
to the nobody's ears
nobody's ears
for the verse
who are listening here
The harm is wasted
the blood has spilled
for the special effects
are second to none
and there's nobody
nobody
not a soul
to witness
this actor's lament.
There's nobody caring.
There's nobody crying.
There's nobody noticing
the actor dying.
There's nobody seeing
the make-up peeling
except the sad mirror
so old and so cracked,
and so to the mirror we act.
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