Last Action Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

Last Action



Meaningless in every way,
Trying to figure it out.
The one reason for me to stay,

Gazing to the ceiling,
I can see the rope dangling,
To wipe away the feeling.

Reaching out with arms of sacrifice,
I tighten the knot around my neck,
And make an end to all the alibis.

Gazing at the floor.
I can see my feet dangling.
Awaiting for the final door.

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