No Wonder

Sad to have no wonder.

Sad to have no zest.

Too long ago did thunder

Beat inside my chest…

I hear the applause

Of an audience on cue.

Noone took a pause;

Noone had a clue.

Empty glass jar

Shattered on the ground.

Weakened by its scars-

Too weak to make a sound.

Smile drawn on face,

And an ovation for the show,

All the while, I a disgrace,

A hole where nothing grows.

Long ago a thousand lights

Once filled my heart.

And a thousand nights,

Snubbed each apart.

No, I did the snubbing.

My own night cloaked my soul.

Till bone myself clubbing,

Pretending I was whole.

And that’s how I hollow,

To this fragile shell.

I served my own sorrow;

I dug out my own hell.

But how I fooled them all

To think that all is well.

An act to stand so tall,

While all the while I fell.

Only in the moment

Before the very end,

Will they then lament,

That it was all pretend.

Oh I wish I could retrieve

Myself down to the root.

So noone would be grieved

When today I turn to soot.

Glad to be no burden,

Fallen to the floor.

Finally curtain’s closing,

Glad to be no more.