I vaguely remember
what it felt like
to be alive.
When every word
that left my pen
Ferocious devouring clans in the shade of dunes.
I remember how
the force used to bubble up inside
like a father filled with pride.
That was when words were creeks
breaking the core rocks
and come to a falling rest
For eyes to treasure and soul digest.
Now I am a shadow
holding on to a swing
rock steady through the silent wind
I can not remember myself
Or the cry of help
I only sit and watch the sunset
Hoping the moon wears a new dress.