Empty Seat Poem by Matt Burgett

A fancy fantasy land plays
Over and over again throughout my head
Rubbing in the pity of what I really am
And thinking of every word to me you've ever said

I'm sitting in the auditorium
Alone with no-one near
Watching my life role on as a play
It's no wonder why no-one else is here

And if it were up to me
This play write never would have been
To the garbage and to the flame
It would go to over and over again

Now with the intermission in sight
I get a hint at what the future will be
The actors will fail, quit, or desert
For an empty suture to drain out and bleed

So until the final crack causes collapse
All the splinters in my hands and feet
Will show me the end through relapse
Here in my empty auditorium seat