Beneath A Blackened Curtain Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Beneath A Blackened Curtain
Watching someone hale and healthy fall into a deep
depression because the love of their life has died.
All the world has been hidden beneath a blackened
curtain, not allowing a single thing to have color
or life anymore.
Living, barely doing what it takes to stay alive,
hardly eating, sleeping very little.
Isolated and alone, in a room with nothing but
four walls and a bed.
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