The last monologue 🎩

The last monologue 🎩🎬


My days pass slowly like serene waves
And no curtain opens before me
I feel my body caught in a chain covered with rings
I see my beginning coming near the end

A monologue staging his last act
Holding his skull with blood-soaked hands
Reading your poem to the empty theater chairs
Dropping one last tear hiding the sadness

Not a breath could heal such a wound
What is the use of words?
Of a script that will never be read

Will the poor artist die with his art?
Maybe someday someone will find out
And thus acknowledged, he shall no more die

Only a genius can interpret another genius.
The magnificence of your art is as beautiful as your soul, Robert.
Thank you for making this world more beautiful with your light.
I Love you so much 💙


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