The Final Curtain.
As I lie upon my bedAll I seek is sleep
As dark shadows close about me
I begin to weep
In memories I hold
And what is lost
In terms of what I suffer
And the final cost
The heart no longer bleeds
And yet will not comply
With a soul now cast adrift
Upon a whispered sigh
I shudder in the silence
Of this darkened room
Apart the sliver of
flickering moonlight
This could be my tomb
And so the final curtain
Cuts across the scene
The closing of my eyes
Reliving life within a dream.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-04-19 at 11:41
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