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The Final Line (Curtain Call)

I sit alone under the stars
My nails circle the grass
This protects me from
Another world, another form
Where this is not the conclusion
But only a scene left on the floor

I feel the stares upon me
From the ones long past
Hiding in the moonlight
Where no mortal dares cross
For fear of becoming one
With the love eternal

I count the sparks upon me
Before they burn out as before
Is the solution truly in front of me?
Or perhaps is it a false memory?
My thoughts betray my senses
And I see your eyes in the dark

I now know what scene is forthcoming
I let my lips remove from my mouth
As I refuse to close my eyes
Was this how it had been the times before?
Is this destined to be my final line?
I focus upon the abyss surrounding

I felt the rain falling from the heavens
Drowning my figure in denial
From the very beginning I had known
And now it has finally come
To say the words upon the card
Held by the spirits of my dream

The director says “Cut” one final time
Before fading into the night
The show is over; the conclusion rushed
And though I had no say
In the moment of finality
I understand why my journey must cease

I sit alone under the stars
Like beacons from a forgotten god
Showing me the final moments
Before everything fades gray
And though I have no strength
No reality to spread my wings
I know that you are here with me
You’ve been waiting for eternity
For a thought; for a reason
To embrace me as your own

While post-production began
I finally understood my folly
I was never supposed to speak
But instead to sow shut my dreams
To forever silence them
The necessity of maturity
Which I had learned far too late

Author notes

I wrote this while extremely depressed... and though I know I have a cynical edge, this one takes it one step further.

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  • Girl With Guitar silver member
    February 9
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    I like the metaphor in this.
    I can tell you're a good writer, but it's strange, I don't feel this hitting my heart. I can relate, but it's not a gut-wrenching write. I'm not feeling utterly controlled just from reading this, not feeling like I've lost control.
    Still, thank you for the entry and I wish you the best of luck in my contest and the other open one/s that you're entered into.


  • Death of the Author
    November 13, 2007

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    Hiding in the moonlight

    I count the sparks upon me
    Before they burn out as before

    My thoughts betray my senses
    And I see your eyes in the dark

    I felt the rain falling from the heavens
    Drowning my figure in denial

    And though I had no say
    In the moment of finality
    I understand why my journey must cease

    I was never supposed to speak
    But instead to sow shut my dreams

    The necessity of maturity
    Which I had learned far too late


    Those were all great lines. I also like how you used the metaphor of a film production, that was really good. I liked this a lot...it was sad, but so beautifully written. Thanks for your entry and good luck

    Take care x