The Curtain

In my dream, there was a curtain.
In this I’m certain.
It was black as night.
And what it hid I could not fight.
I was filled with fear.
Then a frightful noise I did hear.
At once I began to run.
I was completely undone.
The curtain did follow.
My breathing very shallow.
I screamed hell no.
But there was nowhere to go.
Suddenly I turned to stare.
The curtain opened to a glare.
What I saw was my sordid past.
I was truly aghast.
When I shook my self awake.
I began to cry and shake.
When I arose and began to mend.
I knew I must make amends.


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