UNCERTAINTY
Under the dark blue
sky, she lay
Draped in white,
eyes open
She seemed at peace,
Or was she?
Who knows but the
crickets,
Frogs, owls and the
bats-
And the creatures
lingering in the dark,
Prey, was she?
Who knows but the
stars, the moon-
Was it time, or was
it too soon?
She was being
watched, by who?
Who, but the night.
Her essence was
everywhere,
Everyone knew, but
no one did.
Her silence said it
all, but did it?
Was anybody
listening, who?
Who but the wind.
The murmurs of the
leaves drowning her heartbeat,
But was there one?
Who knows, but
herself and the creatures crawling by.
Who noticed the
grave but her,
White tomb-stones
and Coffin ajar;
In it she lay, or
was she not?
A Thousand years
left to rot.
Those who pray,
stays away-
Or do they not?
Was it an eerie aura
of death,
Or a forgotten dream
to survive-
Under the dark blue
sky, she lay,
Dead and Alive.
Dead and Alive.
