Curtains Closing

The Curtains are Closing By Abhishek Raol

The room doesn’t smell normal

A mixture of rotting minds,

Tired breaths and empty coffee cups

Every other exhale is a sigh of annoyance

My eyes like heavy velvet curtains

After a long droning orchestra

Strings strained unable to hold the heavy fabric

About to tear and let the curtain collapse

To the ground exploding a cloud of dusty

Thoughts trapped by the giant blanket

That I so badly want to crawl into

And let my dreams climb it’s soft

Mountain like folds and travel across

The smooth terrain, jumping in a diving

Off cliffs that feel like clouds

But I hit the bottom with a loud bang

My head stings, my eyes open, but I can’t see,

I awake from my dream to look up at the light

Screaming at me with the intensity of the sun

On the brightest day of the summer

The words on my paper seem to have changed language

I feel lost in the letters and numbers

Like a student in an exotic country

Who are learning to build computers with sticks

Suffocated by all the paper on my desk

Drowning in my own thoughts

Of failing and not finishing

My bed next to my desk taunting me

I want to open it’s soft fluffy covers

Like a giant curtain opening for tonight’s dreams

But the string isn’t strong enough

The curtain falls with a bang

My head stings, my eyes open, but I can’t see…