The Silence of a bare auditorium.
I stand at the lectern prepared-
None to listen, all departed.
To the dim lit, cold corridor-
In hushed tones to ill whisper.
Empty egos network for future-
On nothingness they conjecture.
Intruders: ripples devoid of depth-
Handshakes distant, smiles in stealth.
Brags murmur, rehashed themes-
Usurpers to fame in meshed games.
I withdraw with a sigh, to write.