I wish I could remember,
The feeling of rain upon my skin and brow.
Or a cool breeze wrapping around my body,
As gooseflesh ran up and now my arms.
Yes I wish I were still living,
Looking down upon this crumbling stone.
Perhaps I’d walk away and find my family,
Tucking in to their evening meal.
And then I’d lay down and rest a while,
Feeling a belly full and warm.
But no I’m here,
Trapped behind this iron clad fence.
Watching the world spin on by,
I try to sleep but am ever wakeful.
Pulled away by an unsettling cloud,
I must remember but always do forget,
That something dreadful brought me here.
I once was warm and made more noise,
Rather than my frail bemoaning call.
Something brands me with unease,
But I cannot remember.
I am a shadow upon this lintel,
Numbered with my birth and death just so.
I wish I could remember though,
What made me so.
-M.E. InkOwl
