This is the final stage

The closing scene of an ending play

Here I’ll die

As the curtains fade

I’ll stand up to leave

Live what I truly wished to this day

The life I thought had long died…


Flip the lights

Cut the music

I think it’s time

Rise through the stage

Rage as if I hate the play

Die, razor blade

As memories are made to fade

I never existed at all

The take away

Done acting

I no longer play that way

The audience files out

I am only me

After today


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