Ever so slightly
edging closer
to the end
that hold me dear
Slowly yet fast
each minute goes by
I still wait
to face that mirror
No fear in my eyes
but I am scared
facing me
who knows the result
if my reflection
will take my joy
who's to blame
....I'll be at fault
But I already am
So what’s my consequence?
how will my show end
'And the crowd goes quiet as everything gets tense'
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...........................................I've ended my life
................................................ No more heart to mend
....................................................... My show is over
................................................................Finally the End
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem