The Exit Poem by Ricky Rogito

at my exit i fear the fact
and it is my only one hope
that the last scene of the act
is not of one i have to cope
with beeps or buzzes or hums
of cold mechanical contrivances
that animate me as i come to terms
of a foggy mind and fading pulses
slipping from the cruel world
bereft of warmth of any soul
without a cheerful word
or get some console
from those close
at the last page
as i exit
the stage
left
alone