A Curtain Is Closing Poem by Mark Heathcote

Sorry to say, a curtain is closing.
Wish, like a bullet, it'd ricochet?
Bounce back from night to day,

Life and death are juxtaposed?
Examining which I should choose
it's taxing when your heart is bruised.

So -far - I am ahead of the rat race
but I keep thinking, the wheels,
the wheels are about to come off.

So many uninsured journeys
have we taken together holding hands?
Now-you're-no-longer with us.

I am lost midway through the matinee
wondering where all the actors went
did you or they ever exist at all?

I'm so lonely now I don't know where to go
do I stay, or do I follow
or make another friend by just saying hello.

God, I'm so tired, wishing I was never born
but now a curtain is closing
I'm presupposing it doesn't matter
by and by, anyway.