Why did I lose my place?
Shucked from my swaddling cloth;
Goodbye brothers and sisters,
My judges full of wroth.
Into darkness, I most now be repressed,
A myriad of emotions when taken from nature;
Drying out, next to some prisoners,
Nothing left but a mummy-stature.
Time unknown, the crypt is opened,
I see long-forgotten light;
Downed again before I know it,
Back into the drab fright.
But what is this? Moisture?
I had almost forgotten its reality;
A pile of bones,
Can barely fathom the Almighty.
I am now realigned to the circle of life?
My fellow prisoners, is the soil now enemies or friends?
I still feel the microbes readying to take another attack;
And the weakness of our parents definitely offends.
