The Creature's Tale, Pt. 2

And I hear, like a ghost in my mind
Echoes and fragments of memory
Without word or a sound
Was I alive once before, was I once human like them?
And could I again walk in the light and good graces
Of women and men?
I do not trust this mysterious «good samaritan», father. Something is wrong
about it
A kind stranger leaves food and firewood by our door. That is not a cause for
mistrust! Surely, he must be a friend