At The Curtain Fall
The sun whispers its goodnight
She holds within her hand a time capsule of the past,
A scribble of a pen scratched upon a page in deep regret,
Hastily drawn with a crushed heart brooding in wastefulness,
Putting an end to years and tears, how does one ever forget?
******
As the sun goes down and the last curtain falls,
Hopes and dreams fade away into the night,
Where once there was promise, selfishness now reigns,
Destruction crippled by a hand trolled through with spite.
******
Oh, but to touch that hand one final time,
To follow the scrawl as it moved left to right,
A death knell in black ink; scribbled in seconds,
Resulting in a long winded silence, the end of the fight.
******
Strangers listen without hearing the full story,
Feelings trapped, unfurling under skin toughened and tanned,
A chance wasted, but there’d been fair warning,
Wandering back roads, decisions unplanned.
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Why the turmoil? Why the devastation of cyclonic force?
Nights of lost sleep, as the unanswered questions remain,
And there upon the horizon a track one less will follow,
As the sun’s rays fall upon shoulders bowed in pain.
******
Tomorrow’s another day,
One that’ll take some getting used to!
A heart now abandoned, left caged within the cracks of its own making,
A lifetime of loneliness ensued.
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The questions fall by the wayside on a road less travelled,
Cursed to answers that’ll never be heard,
One heart will wallow in the pits of shame,
While the other will soar on the wings of a bird.
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Neither will be unscathed as the scars stretch and harden,
Acceptance is a tough master, a skill to learn,
A hole dug deep and wide, hopes and dreams then buried,
And the last of the tears fall, like acid they burn.
About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (6)
This was so poignant and profound, my friend! I loved it!
Such a drowning piece-meaning super deep and full of sadness. Love it though 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾🖤🖤🖤🖤
Tears do feel like acid. Nicely done
Beautiful piece, and a little sad. Well done.
Sad and beautiful poem. I want to “soar on the wings of a bird” too!
dramatically beautiful!