Mask Of Meaningless Remarks (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

If only there was a spark of hope somewhere,
something to give me the courage to endure
entombment, anything to look forward to while
my mind riles against being buried, watching the
friendly gravediggers pour sand over my cask -
something behind my mask of expressionless,
meaningless remarks helping time pass

I'm tired, a fatigue so big it engulfs the whole
world, destroys every word that ever seemed
precious to me; sinking, eyes closing, body
stiffening - and you unaware, only too glad
this is a noiseless prisoner; belief in freedom
to create a different afterlife sweetens the
passage of time but requirement to look at
dead bodies all the time is so sickening…