Neglected Shadows

“Carve me melancholy,”

the tree stump muttered

In her dying breath

When I walked past by

Under the fleeting rays of sun

Narrating his diary

His secret regrets

His parting desires

But they speak a dead language

As dead as my footsteps slowing down

Words completely at the mercy

Of the passage of my time

“I don’t have much left,”

I whispered to the stump

“I have to die today

Just like you, the sun and my footsteps.”

And there I slept under the stars

Under the sky where I fell

The day I passed away

The day I was born anew

With no one to care

No one to see

There is my home

There I am free.