Final Act’s Time | Poem

Neither a magician nor a saint,

I’ve saved my final act,

Remember me as Wordsmith,

I’ve had enough!

Read me,

Don’t mourn me.

Curse me,

Don’t sympathize me.

I’m not a coward,


Feels a lot on me,

Unmanageable and unstable.

No trust!

No support!

Abuses, there are!

One truth,

I tried hard, but I can’t go on.

Final act’s time comes.

Behold my blood!

Behold your panic!

Behold everything!

Behold nothing!

Think hard! Why?



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