White Shrouded

by Rebecca
(NY NY)

On a wooden plank
White shrouded
A woman lies

Not here
Not me

She whose time is up with the mundane
The mundane over takes me here.

What makes the difference
Between one who lives and one who dies?

False messages are sent here in this house
No consistency No communication

Building destroying building destroying
Surrounded by people pulling me- anger then talk
anger spits out in pieces of sound at inopportune moments

Never to be addressed

Confusion reigns supreme
Clarity reigns supreme

On a wooden plank lies
A woman who has gone on…….

Not here
Not me