Déjà vu - Already seen.

The graves themselves were covered by wild flowers and moss.
I stood there observing the scene that lay in front of me.
For a long time I kept staring at a headstone; half covered with gray green moss,
It was the only one intact even though it had aged with time.
I tried to step a little closer to inspect but found myself rooted to the ground.
A bunch of wild daisies fluttered furiously at the base
as if desperately wanting an escape.
It was bizarre because the breeze wasn’t that strong.
The flowers held my gaze.
A strange feeling of some past connection swept through me.
The effort and the feeling of déjà vu were now consuming me.
I felt as if my skull was about to crack open.
I looked at the sky; the shadow of the moon was slipping away slowly
either the time was travelling too fast today or
my eyelids had closed upon the day.
From cradle to grave life is crawling all the way.