Curtain Call
It’s time for curtain call
With its luxurious brocade
The opaqueness of lush texture
Cascading to the ground
Suddenly it’s lights out
As I sit frozen in my seat
A blur of darkness before my eyes
Dense with stirred emotion
Unresolved nebulous ambiguity
Before the finality of the call
I leave trying to walk it off
But just can’t shake the haunting
Bathed in an opaque and enigmatic fog
Its clutching shadow cast upon my heart
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on November 23, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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