The Curtains of Your Life

I imagined a machination of sorts

Careful, deliberate, thought-out

Cogs and wheels they turn whose purpose be timely revealed

Yet, the time long passed now left no meaning set upon it at all

Only the presence of a shroud become clear

Of ignorance and of the dark, what hides underneath it all

Wonders of a child’s mind they were

Beneath Time’s cast fog

Past the trivial mundane

Somewhere among the black suits and ties, the portrait of a family and the strains in a smile

Hides a monster subtle in its desperation and quietly screaming in its sorrow

You recognize it of course

It stole from you what you had not known you held dear

Your innocence