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

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