The Last Farce by Trevor Martin-Duckett

There’s that tension in the air,
She’s soon to catch him out,
There’s that flicker in her stare,
The caustic touch of doubt,
With each remark she tests the truth by subtle accusation,
The joint charade is breaking down in muted desperation,
Small mistakes keep adding up.
Friends show signs of some discomfort,
Surely she has had enough,
Now every dream in time has sunken,
A web of lies excuses conflict,
Cold abuse replaces something,
That used to make them feel so good,
How come things ain’t like they should?

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