I saw him in the back of the room
a wide space between him and the crowd
no one acknowledged his presence
he was…a non-entity
it was a self-imposed exile
however unintended
I wanted to feel sorry for him
sipping his drink in silence
amidst all the gaiety and laughter
but I’d felt the brunt of his arrogance
knew without question…
his shunning was well deserved
while we all toasted and had fun
sharing stories and jokes in camaraderie
he was unable to join in
he just stood there…
pretending he was part of the group
it’s a dangerous thing…power
too easy to misuse
he liked to flex his muscles now and then
show others he was better than them
pound his chest over his glorified status
yet here he was…
…absolutely alone…
…in the middle of a party
I wanted to feel sorry for him
but all those bridges burnt down…
…he lit all the matches
