Audience Poem by Joshua Hillard

It’s funny how things can go,
And how life can turn to a joke,
How we all put on a show,
And how we stand just to choke,

Always had an audience,
The seats were always full,
Life was full of light,
Never dead, dim, or dull,

But now it’s empty,
The seats remain alone,
It is now only me,
The final wind has blown,

I stand here shivering,
Stranded in the cold,
No shoulder to lean on,
Frozen as my life is pulled,

It was a sold out show,
Full of many expectations,
Full of many journeys,
Full of new adaptations,

Now look at me,
Just in absolute misery,
My show was cancelled,
And now I am a tragedy,

There are one of two things,
That your past can do,
You either learn,
Or it continues to follow you,

I learned from mine,
I mean just look,
Life was a real universal term,
Now…I lye in a book,

People bring up what happened,
And it destroys all you got,
You continue to say you’ve learned,
But now they just won’t stop,