Purple Curtain

The purple curtain blows in light,
The shivering controls the night;
The honest and the brave went home,
But I have far and wide to roam

For I believed where none else did,
And I was shunned for my belief:
So I lay down beneath the sky,
A purple curtain for
My grief

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s