intolerable

the curtain rises

born with intuitive grace

we bask in the show

then tears build a wall

and days unfurl into years

the party grows old

till a new moon shines

nothing left (or right) to chance

toss the dice once more 

in the hush we feign

betting on the hand of fate

to change destiny

but stripped to the bone

the curtain of darkness falls

a shroud for the shame

still the day begins

a trick of light and shadow

burning umber sky   

an unwary smile

a mask we still wear each day

hiding our true face  

intolerable

Thanks to Carrot Ranch 99 Word Story Challenge for the inspiration to try something a bit different for me- a narrative poem of sorts.