Original poem

The Curtain

The world wears a mask
Thinking she’s clever.
Spinning forever, but never
Does she stop to ask.
Small explosions in the sky,
The stars ignite the masses
Like piles of sand in glasses,
Just watching the hours go by.

The holes in my brain,
Trenches of confusion,
Inspiring delusion,
Playing the same refrain.
My eyes look inside
For clues to abuse
While my heart lights a fuse,
And my blood swells with the tide.

The preachers act so certain
About what lies beyond the curtain,
Ignoring the beauty and cruelty
Of her impenetrable truth
And peaceful futility.