In the walls of the white room,
Lie shattered pieces of mind,
Infant child who’s lost the way,
Hidden in graying memories.

Broken mirror fractured now,
Pieces strewn about,
Life’s reflection no longer seen,
Vacant eyes staring out.

In the white room,
Shattered memories disappear,
Mystery has returned again,
Is there life beyond the grave?

Please tell me now my friend.

In the white room the sheet is pulled.
Life’s reflection disappears.
Is the mind still seeing now?
Or has its reflection disappeared?

© John A. Taylor, 2013