A Story

This is a story
It’s a tale of pain
A fable of woe
A terrible tragedy
A sonnet of hate
The characters act
Their paltry roles
The characters speak
Their empty lines
They recite
Their faithless words
The audience is empty
The music has stopped
The lights have dimmed
And the curtain is dropped
They act and play
They speak and sing
Still are their minds
Quiet are their hearts
And spoken are the words they are told to say
Dressed in a skin that isn’t their own
Open eyes with faded sight
In their minds they think of their thoughts
And how if their thoughts might fit their skin
But now their days have wile’d away
Under the false lights of an empty stage
In front of an audience that doesn’t care
That isn’t their there
That wasn't there
That didn’t care
Because no one cares for empty lines
And faithless word
And they die upon their stage
Within a story never told
Among a cast of shadowed souls
And finally the curtain is drawn
The tale is done
The story is told
Of how it was
never told