Remembering Me

I have no wings, only feet of wet clay. And, I'll never touch the farthest round sky. Days came quickly and passed along the way. Forgotten silence, from the question why. Those dreams will never be rendered again. They died in the dark hollow of my mind, Dispersing as fragments from my dead skin, Tattered reminders I had left behind. I lay in the black earth where none defend. Where darkness rules and only bones survive. Covering soil grows thick while I pretend, My bones are found, to show I was alive. I'll dissolve, only time will oversee, As I lay silent, Remembering me. 2/27/14