Shosty's Truth

My wretched Heart

races so rapidly

beats and pounds as I

take the Stage.

Behind me stand

stalin’s Sentry, sniggering

with glee

as the sinfonietta starts

My Fifth and perhaps

Final.

For days weeks, months

maybe more

They tormented me

tore at my Third

tore at my themes

Now I face

the same fate

As the faded.

As the late.

My Redemption completes

the crowd loves

the Sentry leaves

but Redemption?

or Revelation?

the truth of the fifth

tale of restitution

or wail of desperation