It Troubles Me In Fragments Poem by Raj Dronamraju

It trouble me in fragments
It brings me remorse in small bundles
The white radiance of life after life
 
The sound of a saxophone bleating mournfully
It's all I can remember
Chunks of weighted baggage like experiences
 
It trouble me in fragments
But is not perceived unadultered
As large as something that affects the mind with unhealthy nervous obsession
 
Black cloth spun by tutting old ladies
I ignore them like I ignore everything else
The compartments of a coping mechanism