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- Death's Curtain
- by AaronBradford, Aug 3, 2008, 9:27:19 PM
- Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse
- Outside a gale blows,
- Rattling the wooden windows.
- The curtains hanging limp,
- Watching, waiting.
- A crack appears,
- A crack in the long, hard years,
- A crack in the time that the window has stood;
- Stood against the wind and rain,
- Against the morning frost,
- Against the searing summer,
- Against the pain and loss.
- Up it stretches, ever growing.
- Up it reaches, never slowing.
- Knowing that this is the end,
- The gale outside is blowing.
- The seeping crack halts.
- A precious moment it stands poised,
- A precious moment, not a noise.
- The crack glows like a web in the morning dew,
- A pleasingly seductive view,
- Dripping with the light of the morning frost,
- Until it is broken and lost.
- The sharp shards are flying,
- The curtains, ripped, torn and crying,
- Flung and thrown with a piercing moan,
- They’re on the floor, lying, dying.
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