The Final Applause

by Spoken Silence   Dec 1, 2006


An empty hand portraying a hollow heart,
its misery echos through the desperation of her mind.
Cold eyes stare into a pale face,
all rose from her cheeks vanish with a love that once was.
Holding onto nothing she cries to herself,
cries for mercy only to be left to linger into the darkness of being alone,
a spoken silence to be heard by no one.
Drenched in fear, covered in blood
she awaits the end,
bracing herself for the final act,
for the curtain to fall and suffocate her.
She prepares herself to bow out of the show of life,
for the last cry of love,
for the final murmur of applause.

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  • 16 years ago

    by fakesmile

    Itz deep but easy to understand.. a very well written poem... i love it!!! 5/5 that was excellent!

  • 17 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    I loved it, it has some darkness waved between the lines. You create powerful images in the mind with your stanzas. Good poem. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Sarah Davis

    I really like the stage metaphor you've got going on here. It was a really good idea. :)

  • 17 years ago

    by undying blusher

    Beautiful!

    I thought it was called "The Final Applesauce" at first glance. ^_^ haha.

    <3
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  • 17 years ago

    by James Nappo

    I like this a lot. I like how deep it is. When it's like that, it can be taken so many different ways. Kudos, spoken silence.

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