Eulogy Out

Jeanne Sparks-Carreker
The glass folding in, folding out, folding around me,
Beautiful colors to all you watching from a distance;
Outward to inward, so death can claim a finder's fee,
Hoping to dismay the weak one who takes the chance.

Darker colors will make me seem way too white,
Whiter colors will quite possibly show my veins;
Oddly, patterns will not do me justice in this light,
So please apply enough red rouge to hide the pains.

Already gone, no one stands by my open casket,
Having been this way at least a thousand times before;
Flowers wilted, no new attendees budding a lament,
On my way to fall alone and afraid here in the floor.

Published by Jeanne Sparks-Carreker

Convicted felon, reformed drug trafficker, disenfranchised from society by the government. I spend most of my time creating ways to educate non-users about drug addiction, so that addicts are understood and...  View profile

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