I'll play. This isn't edited/polished/worked on, so is rather clumsy.

Sad souls sit and think
in sink holes
life collapses around them
and there's nothing close enough
to hold onto
no one knocks on the door
no one comes here any more
and if you gird your loins and venture forth
into the world that screams and clatters
seeking that which truly matters
people think you have nothing much to say
and are in the way
so you go back into your cozy lair
and watch the world play out from there
stories whirl around the watcher that is you
and you can't see the obvious - you're a story, too
you just take it all in
and wait for the story to end
or the next one to begin