A Dust in the Wind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Dust in the Wind,
an emotional expression
of depression.

Submitted: July 01, 2016

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Submitted: July 01, 2016



Like a weather,

I'm always changing,

Like a feather,

In mid-air, I am left carelessly hanging,

Heedless I am,

Going around like a dust in the wind.

Like a clock,

I'm running non-stop,

But perhaps on a wall, I'm like a block,

Inconspicuous to the top,

Stuck on a dead-end,

Left in no choice to wander de novo like a dust in the wind.

Thinking out of the box,

I'm as vague as a paradox,

Must I stay low like sox?

Or should I step in the threshold to fox?

Neither, I assume?

I could simply go on like a dust in the wind.

The evanescence of my presence is nothing to fuss about,

Words I make are roundabout,

a decipherer can only tell, afterwards he'll sink south.

My words are too heavy to grip,

But no one sees them more than a dust in the wind.

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