Beneath The Cold Hard Clay Poem by Candika Niada

She lay beneath the cold hard clay
Her body she could not feel.
Her skin touches the lace within,
Of a coffin so very real.
Her mind cries out helplessly
But her mouth fails to speak.
She knows to keep trying,
It's just she feels so weak.
Her heart rate begins to drop
As her mind travels back,
To a time when she was happy
And her life was on track.
She had everything she needed
But what mattered most.
Now nothing matters at all,
She's just become a ghost.