Last Show

Its Raskolnikov

A good friend of his asked, "Hey, man, where're ya going?

Is something wrong? Be honest, ok?"

He replied, "I'm fine, I'm just going home."

So the friend let him go, 

But little did he know that this was the last show,

No more lights,

No more songs or theatrics,

No more fights,

No, not another solo,

And there he goes leaving the stage so slow,

Hoping to find a nonexistent home,

  • Author: Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 31st, 2018 13:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: Not sure of the quality of this one but here
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 13
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  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    Extremely profound.

    An excellent write on suicide.

    Your words tug at the strings of the readers' hearts.

    Thanks for posting 🙂

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