For the Write Now Prompt from Today’s Author.
Not my favorite piece by far. But it’s something!
Crickets along the base of the stage
Empty seats all around
Confusion, questions, that twinge of the heart
Whenever was this thing to start?
Waiting unto the fall of night
Still hoping beyond reason
Someone might show
But alas, it was time to go
Pack up your goods, grab your award
For what it might be worth
After all, what is a prize
When none witness its awarding with their own eyes?
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Awww, so true – what good is an award when no one is around, except for self-satisfaction. We done.
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