Beyond Black Drapes

My gift is my bane

For this poetic soul

Runs off of dreams

Like an old Chevrolet burns gasoline

Sometimes it sputters and backfires

Sometimes I'm left stranded

But when this bright world proves fruitless

I hope to visit the world behind the black drapes

Where I direct every film

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

I agree and Amy this is absolutely excellent I really love it. It says so much in such a little space! Keep up this excellent work!hugs poetrylady