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The Unwanted Guest

The Unwanted Guest
By Kevin Robey
March 24, 2013

He was there, that much was obvious to all
But he was unseen, as blank as the white wall
An unwanted guest, like the rodents that stayed
In the floor boards below, they could show him the way

Long ago he was an honored guest, greeted with fanfare
Now the subject of hushed whispers and lingering stares
He held his glass of red wine that had been left unfilled
His vice grip too tight, the glass was shattered and killed

He could not recall how long he had been here
Maybe a minute, an hour, a day, or even a year
This party it seemed was his eternal damnation
And so close he was to finding his true salvation

He wanted to make a move, and find the open door
But he forgot the way out, or the man he was before
Looking down at his hands, he read between the lines
Telling him where his broken mind and heart aligned
 
He looked across the room to the friends he once knew
Their blank eyes and stitched on smiles, his despair grew
These weren’t the warm bodied people he used to know
Seems all these years, they wore plastic faces for show

As the sea of lying faces faded into the foggy background
The sobering truth, his life passed him by without a sound
The wrinkles on his face increased by the pain he embraced
How could this be, a boy once so bright now old and disgraced

Held his hands to his face, protection from the impending dark
It’s time to say goodbye, the flame is gone, and so has the spark
He stands in the room now alone; the party has finally come to a close
His face once vibrant and full of life, now crumbling like a dying rose

He falls piece to piece to the cracked and worn marble floor
Black and white like his life was played on a giant chess board
But his queen had long since departed, and he was defeated
The army of darkness closed in, his final act was completed

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