They walk with the black curtain over their faces <br />They gather others with the pain it leaves behind <br />The people live in darkness nothing in their minds <br />Their faces are blank no expresion no feeling <br /> <br />Those who have seen know what it does <br />Those who know weep in solitude and sorrow <br />They don't look forward to today or tomorrow <br />They know everything yet they know nothing <br /> <br />The peoples skin all white and sickened <br />Their voices a raspy mist <br />All they look for all they long for is peace and bliss <br />Their cloths worn and tattered <br /> <br />They know there is no cure <br />They know there is no hope, no place for them to rest <br />For they know they will soon be one less <br />They know there is no cure they know they will rot away <br /> <br />They walk through this aweful place <br />With dread and dispare <br />Everyone knows, and try not to stare <br />Yet it is so hard to sheild your eyes, to hold back the tears <br /> <br />The black curtain lays over their eyes <br />The cloth that shall never be lifted <br />For it is too far they have drifted <br />The curtain falls over their faces <br /> <br />The darkness sets in <br />They know the time has come for them to leave this place <br />There is no expresion on their faces <br />As the curtian and sickness leaves <br /> <br />They will suffer no more <br />They will go home <br />And will never be alone <br />For the curtain is lifted and they are in the light once more<br /><br />Bethany Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-curtain/
