Swansong Poem by Deborah Harvey

I leave a blizzard of white feathers in my wake,
a downy path to obsolescence.
Ruminating over misspent passion...
Misplaced trust.

All for naught.

Wasted tears fall on barren dreams,
Close my eyes, my being, my soul.
Deny access to you.
Because of you...

My heart will cease to soar.

Heavy curtains dramatically fall.
A cushioned thud.
Velvet barricade,
a death shroud.

My final performance...

My swan song.