White Blankets

Stained in crimson
dry burgundy traces of life
lye below white threads of cotton
victim to fate, miserable strife

beeping tortuous sound
drop by drop a life goes by
science flees, faith only counts
under bleached sheets, a silent cry

memories covered with ashen clothes
humid, dusty, forgotten, empty
barren dwelling, love is gone
from where before it was plenty

tied to a pole but free
flutters to the summer breeze
a white emblem over the hill
victorious, redeemed is peace

Day 16