Curtains closed together
As secret as reflected freedom
And the quiet ticking clock.
Within these solid walls
Meaningless moments.
In memories that hang
From tattered threads
On polished rails
Entwined,
With dust
Left unfulfilled.
A congregation of dreams
Held with wasted tears
And on the edge of silence
With visions of the future,
Treasures of the past,
It would be wrong to argue.
Pull back the curtains
And open the windows
Doors to nowhere
See heaven
In the glory of the mind.
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Written for Poetry Jam
