Out Of The Gloom

Waking from my long slumber
I look about me in the grey dawn
seeing you there in all your trappings
your followers lavishing upon you
praises and gentle phrases
while I hide myself away in the shadows
hoping they see me not
and yet hoping for some kind of
recognition, a kind word
a quick smile or a nod
that will never materialize
out of the gloom in which
I have wrapped myself
Why do I even bother?
It's all a sham, a game,
the deck is stacked in favor
of the other players and I'm
afraid to come into the light
and out of the gloom