by Tenebris

Created on: July 01, 2008

The circle

sitting around
the circle
the ones I know
have left
leaving me nameless
empty
a solid vacuum whom others talk around
laughing
chatting
the words float aimlessly
around the black coffee
someone spills it
but
it doesn't matter

the room is alive
with chittering bats
flitting
in the shadows
of the lit room

their words are empty
thin echoes
off the stuccoed walls
I sit in a corner
and I cry
though I don't know why
weeping salt tears
into the bitter coffee

outside
they wait
the unwanted
gazing up at the lit window
and the emptiness within

a siren
a scuffle
lost in the cold chatter
of fashionable poets
and their cliquish followers
after all
it is the "in" thing to do

I swallow the cold black coffee
and take my leave
from a room that doesn't know
I'm gone
but I take my coat
and my chances
and escape the circle
into the friendly night

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