A Covered Mood

 

A heavy blanket is drawn over the

     town and surrounding countryside

The world is opaque, shapes emerge from nowhere

     sounds kept in a restraining abeyance

Time is no longer discernible, clarity has

     departed to other places

My heart and mind find no solace

     as I am a solitary figure grey and old

A finality pervades the gloom of my subdued room

     is this how the end will be heralded

The last curtain, a fire screen

     lowered as the actors bow their farewell

Tears run down the inside of my heart

     puddles of sadness dampen my frailty

There cannot be any more time as the

     shroud of grey is being laid out

Bereft of real emotion or any enlivened response

     I sit quietly out of respect for my past

Was it of any value now that it is

     nearly all gone