i'm just a young man holding on-
hoping for something to take me away from this place;
but i know no one's coming.
i know i ain't got too long left to go,
i know my show is coming to a close.
i just wish i didn't have to step offstage yet.
the distant and slowing beeps of a heart monitor,
the weakening grip of my hand in yours.
i only have hours left before the curtain falls.
i hate the thought of leaving you in the crowd-
hands clapping till the skin turns red-
but it's time to go, alarm bells are ringing in my head.
i wish i'd get at least a curtain call,
remind you i still love you, i never stopped loving you,
but there's no coming back.
the stage is closed.
my show ended before i even stepped up.
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SKIN & BONES
Poetry🗯️ poetry trigger warning "IS THERE LIFE BEYOND THE GRAVE AND WILL I MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES DAY AFTER DAY THERE MUST BE A BETTER WAY" crossposted on ao3 title from skin & bones by fit for a king started [05/08/23] ended...
