I lay in my coffin all rotten and dead,
Wondering what happened to me and my head,
How long have I been here?
Am I dead?
I would reach out to touch my head with my hands,
But they are decayed.
Written by, Virginia Nielsen
Falling from the tree, so high like diamonds coming from the sky, water and heart as they fall so I need a place for them all as you look into the past just remember life was fast.
Poem by Virginia (ford) Nielsen