Lament of Cement

Once colorful so flush my flesh
today it's cold and covered in ash
These eyes once sparkled of life
are now caverns of knowing and
unknowing depths

My chest and voice rose loudly
and proudly and my hands tied
knots and braided hair with ease.

Today my chest is heavy
the words from my lips are whispers.
My hands are dynastic fragile
relics in a museum of mummies.

I am becoming stone.
A tomb of flesh

I am becoming stone.
My heart no longer feels

I am becoming stone
I am my own memorial
I am...