Remnant Remains
As she sat in the bleachers
Same people, different place
Whitney is on the screen
But in a different...phase !?!
Fame has gone without a glitch
Unrecognizable, can't be fixed
Killing is normal
Living is wrong
Helping foes
Days oblong
No rhyme to reason
No flow for the river
Hurting babies
No cause for shivers
Dead...all is dead
The soul is breed
...gotta get out
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-12-2022
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