Final Curtain Call Poem by douglas lewis
Final Curtain Call
The privacy curtains
Slowly surround me
Like a lab coat unfurling,
A fabric gone mad.
A discarded halo
Lies on the floor.
The last memento
Of my befallen angel.
The room demands silence
But the curtains are stirring,
Stained with screams
And pleas for help.
A shadow of smoke
Deftly enshrouded me.
The curtains ignite
In a lava of hell.
Saturday, June 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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