slowly,
step along ~
one,
two,
three
don’t forget
where you
came from
even if it
doesn’t build
you up it shall
serve of a reminder
of all you’ve built
count the stones.
don’t pick them up ~
remember the torment
that once was possible
but now is no more
count the bones
you hide behind the door,
now covered by vines -
the green
creeps through with time and
nothing can stop it.