It Is Finished Poem by YURI DURAAN

Are your tears for real?

Are you repenting for the times
you caused mine,
or for the moments you doubted
my pain, always accusing me of
not being sincere? ….

“a plastic doll on a stage” you always
said… singing to an audience of
equal puppets
no real heart present in sight
no altruistic heart beating,
beating like your words upon my
drums, your fists upon my cymbals
a performance of tribal lusts and
hatred to a god of indulgence…

Are your tears for real?

Can you finally see the curtain coming
down?

God, it is a full house again tonight!