With hidden hands,
the curtain clung to the wall
and cascaded like a waterfall
down to the floor.
Smothering the window
and draping an old side table,
rendering it derelict
- a lifeless silhouette.
Quarter way down from the ceiling,
the curtain parted just a sliver.
Allowing a lone ray to visit between
ambling clouds.
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One on the outside can’t fully see
the darkened workings
of a confined mind.
I, on the inside...
Can’t see past the cloth
fastened stubborn
over my weary eyes.