We have the stop the production
We ran out of time to work
It's the end of construction
Unfinished, but we're already done
There's nothing we can do
It's out of our hands
It was set in stone
Or a change in plan
Seemingly belated
Or way too soon
24 hours
Or barely noon
The sun has set
But there's still no moon
Only a moment ago
It had just begun
It could've been years ago
Or not even one
Time is at a standstill
And the clock won't tick
Maybe you were well
Or perhaps very sick
Gone are the lights
And the crowds
Now it is darkness
And no sound
The applause has ended
And tears have fallen
Roses are present but not as presents
It's a gift you can't gratify
Your mouth has been sealed
Maybe painful, maybe surreal
The show is now over
And you've been whisked off stage
It's the end of curtain call
And there's no choice babe
It's too painful
But it happens someday
So I'll cry for now
And think of your past
Your movies and shows
Those faint memories
Distant whispers that'll brighten my day
You live on
Past your curtain call day
YOU ARE READING
Simply Poetic
PoetryMiscellaneous rhythms and meanings meant to convey feelings and thoughts, maybe they'll make you think, maybe they'll make you wonder what's wrong with me, maybe you'll even enjoy them. Simply put, it is my attempt at good poetry
