Once I am Dust

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Hopeless and forsaken

Nothing to touch

Or need me

Life is a cruel thing

Sharp and sweet

As a rose

Beautiful and Covered

With thorns

Heavy on the rainy air

A forgotten scent

So dim, so frail

Nothing to seek or keep

No memory of

Mine or me

Once I am dust

Shut from life and grief

Never the need to hide

The sighs or tears

Be death a gift

No loneliness nor fear

Nothing to feel or be

But may be

When all is done

I’ll open a last gate

And find Love

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

One thought on “Once I am Dust

  1. I read all your poetry. Very beautiful. It is sensual, romantic, and speaks to the senses. I will comment individually on the poems. I read them all to get a general picture. I shall read them in depth because they are worthy of that. Thank you and I wish you every positive inspiration.

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