You sent angels to warn me,
the dead I recognise, they whisper
of living….
Whisper they want me
Tomorrow unfolds like a napkin,
white spotless invisible
I belong nowhere……
Sleep brings no answers
I dart in the dark, trail the light
sail an empty sea
Body’s deep hubris.
Victoria Mosley 
I like this poem very much Victoria.
I especially liked “tomorrow unfolds like a napkin”.
thanks Laura x