like the crows of castle keep
they pick the bones
of my recall
bones against the cruel clay
of an arid
barren mind
littered with the harsh forgotten
like the bones of the dinosaur
I’m becoming
struggling
with what letters are made of
my words crack and crumble
my thoughts
parch and wither
lonely silhouettes
against an unforgiving skyline
fading visions of my past
of my life
my home
of yesterday
harder and harder to remember
the degrees of separation
growing ever greater
smoldering in the fog
of my reflected past
splashes of vivid color
on scraps of paper
blown in the mounting winds
of my confusion
dread rising
that I will soon not remember
what it all meant to me
a stirring fear I will forget
lost in tormented emptiness
that all will go black
this is not just a poem
it is much more
this is a light
searching in blackness
for familiar things
for persons beloved
that I do not recognize
this is a fractured tome
a cry of frustration
a tear of loss
a whispered prayer
an epitaph
to my fading map of then
of cherished memories
that now falter
and dim
slowly slipping
unintelligible
into the cacophony
of the crows of castle keep
