Torn silk
To hold the curtain,
to clench it with my hand
every stich meant to be missed
curtains on a window
curtains on a stage
curtains in a hospital room to seperate the pains
some to hide the shame,
to shield " those little anodynes that deaden suffering "
perhaps the unfair game
I'll wrap myself in a curtain,
befitted warm and snug
rather than standing near
but you see my dear,
it's very clear,
i'd rather keep all my fears
than letting the world have it's peers