The Final Curtain. Poem by Graham Jones

As I lie upon my bed
All I seek is sleep
As dark shadows close about me
I begin to weep
In memories I hold
And what is lost
In terms of what I suffer
And the final cost
The heart no longer bleeds
And yet will not comply
With a soul now cast adrift
Upon a whispered sigh
I shudder in the silence
Of this darkened room
Apart from the sliver
Of flickering moonlight
This could be my tomb
And so the final curtain
Cuts across the scene
The closing of my eyes
Reliving life within a dream.