The Final Act

Lost sharp edges,
Smoked mirrors of Elysian,
Dionysus cries as I act my part,
Silent words spoken through a trail of thoughts- not word of mouth.

Forbidden longing of false hopes,
Apple-bitten looks that are thrown around
-thrown out, thrown forward.

Such tormented sighs of tears,
Blue soul of tinny pianos,
Messages passed between two people
– personal strands of a future, past and present.

Two strangers,
The soft strings of a melody only some know,
Loose ends frayed for eternity, tied up.

The song of justice heard for only those who commit the injustice.
Tapping of keys left to resonate
Through the empty halls of remorse.

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