nothing new to say tonight.

dissertations of distress exhausted.

expressions of discontent folded neatly –

placed in boxes of doesn’t matter.

 

what else is there to say when the audience murmur drowns out your cries for companion?

if whispers of sadness –

prayers for communion –

are not heard above the noise of indifference-

why waste the effort in a shout?

 

regardless the anatomy of disengage –

unless attended by counsel of concern –

the effort all in vain.

 

wasted as reviews of distress –

read after the curtains fall…