The curtain closes after the bow
Creaking leather shoes start their step
Exit stage left
Applause
Silence
tap tap tap tap
Time stands as still as his heart
and a question ****** his mind
if his words were empty
or just the audience?
He got into this business to hurt
to feel something
It was his drug, after all
But he finally healed
Years later
A smile touches his scars
tap tap tap tap
Exit stage left
'Til death, does he art
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
The curtain closes after the bow
Creaking leather shoes start their step
Exit stage left
Applause
Silence
tap tap tap tap
Time stands as still as his heart
and a question ****** his mind
if his words were empty
or just the audience?
He got into this business to hurt
to feel something
It was his drug, after all
But he finally healed
Years later
A smile touches his scars
tap tap tap tap
Exit stage left
'Til death, does he art
Thank you all for reading my works, over the years. I never really planned to stop writing poetry, especially because I feel I've been writing my best work ever. this has been not only my work, but my diary. There's so much of me on this site, so much more than most people would ever know...
I'm quitting simply because I feel it is complete, at least for now. I originally started writing because I was in love with someone who is no longer in my life, every time I refer to "her" in my notes... and I've made peace with it. I'm happy.
Thank you to everyone who changed my life, from here. I wish you all the best in life. Sorry for the burnt bridges, to those I no longer speak to.
