Curtains Are Drawn Poem by Doris Cornago

Who knows the best words to say

when bees are in your bonnet

Pain shoots up, look for a way

ease the pain, blinding red rain

pops brain, freezing what's sane...


He taught you before how to play

Made you pull the right strings

So more can enjoy the front act

Like a loyal dog and his master

Playing for fools, playing the fool...


You are too good for comfort now

He needed to cut you down to size

Made you beg for a bone, or a loan

Wait, he does not even know shame

Leaves alone when curtains are drawn...


He chose to play with coterie

letting you freak out in dismay

looking like a fool in a drool

Later tried to explain but lame

Sickening lurch, missing the curve...


One day you will wake up bright

Without another care, so light

Surely he should take the blame

What happened, but he was driving

You closed your eyes, and that's that...