Now comes down the final curtain.
Betwixt light and dark lives only truth,
The real face hiding neath the mask,
The inconceivable can only derange you.
What pother is wrought upon your psyche?
The tranquil redundancy of life distorted.
Perversions what once eschewed your gaze
Transmuted your sight to the uncanny and abhorrent.
Pray your visions be only delusion!
This writhing mass beyond life's veil.
Its eyes locked firmly on tormented faces,
Agonized screams lapsed into wails.
Flowing like a moving painting,
A web of tendrils holds its prey.
Their pain prolonged as it savors the meal,
Mind consumed as the body fades.
This you were never meant to see
The grim fate waiting beyond mortality.
All who breathe are doomed to languish
In the clutches of a horror outside reality.
You weren't meant to be awake this long.
You were one of a lucky few,
Within my reach to bring to rapture,
Away from the dark to be born anew.
You were only allowed a taste of living,
But stubbornly you refused to return to sleep.
Accepting torment in lieu of tranquility,
Brought by your own hand might give relief.
Precious child, I tried to save you
From the cruelty of this world to which you belong.
Where misery and anguish become your existence.
From peace of life's end forever gone.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
A poem of how one looks at things and the differences and interactions well done
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What an opening line! Wonderful poem
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Yess thank you for such a wonderful expression it was touching and I felt everything it was beautiful!!
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Yes, great first line. But now it's got me singing (Arghhh! Oh no! lol). Just call me Frank - Sinatra that is......' and now I face the final curtain....'
But that's a horribly selfish song for Funerals - I Did It My Way.
Oh that song definitely crossed my mind a few times when reading this back to myself ha ha! I mean hey, not all of us get to go out on our own terms so if the shoes that the undertaker chose fit, why not wear em right lol.
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