Dry Bones

Fellow blogonaut ‘Raynotbradbury,’ offered a challenge to write about fear. I selected athazagoraphobia, the fear of being forgotten.

Dry bones that dream,
Rot in winter’s moon,
The summer’s baking sun,
Forgotten.

Dry bones that dream,
Torn apart by wild things,
Tooth and claw scatters,
Forgotten.

Dry bones that dream,
Lay wasting in the land,
Wait to dance, run, jump,
Forgotten.

Dry bones that dream,
Do not sleep at night,
They moan in daily pity,
Forgotten.

Dry bones that dream,
Are of you and of me,
Our dust and our ash,
Forgotten.

Dry bones that dream,
Live a worried state,
For day – no longer
Forgotten.

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