Beige

A woman lies in a long beige dress

inside an exquisite, oak carved casket

Wrapped in white lace,

sent to a hole to relive her past mistakes

her encased shadow feeling misplaced

as red roses lie upon her waist.

All the colors in the room begin to dissipate

while the dry concrete walls start to suffocate 

All the young women and all the old men, 

All the grief-ridden, crying, children

All the sinners and all the saints

The tension inside escalates

outside the stale, quiet room

lies heavy graveyard stamps on a tomb

The musky air is cold and fate

as the prior souls who once were whole desecrate

The woman in the long beige dress has already taken her last breath

It's her time now, to no longer suffer the anticipation of death