Curtains Close

Jan 6
1 min read

The curtains closed quicker

than I knew how to

deal with

A life I once knew

closed for good behind

pink, satin blinds

The friends of a dark past

just actors

in these blackened memories

with dark, blurry edges

like burnt Polaroids

a mental obituary

a lifetime of empty spaces

Turn the page

The world grows darker

I trace my finger over

the shadowy outline

of a boy I once knew

in a photograph

I might have seen

somewhere behind me

the lines of history

are stained with bloody fingerprints

as I seek for meaning

etched in the gravestones

of better men than I

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