Dust…

A stallion in heart, a mere dust in the wake

I feel like I am drowning

I know not what I really need

To hold on to what I love

Or the let go and breath

Even when my dreams make me warm

They leave me cold in the wake

The feeling of suffocation

Makes me helpless and bleak

Like the drowning sun

And the draining moon

I leak downDust into the endless rivers

Only to dry up in the desert sands

A brittle leaf I become

To not bury but to turn dust at the dawn.

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