Dark Poetry #4 |
The Dust Beneath My Feet |
sgreybe Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 209London, UK |
THE DUST BENEATH MY FEET: I feel the dust beneath my feet As I flail along the path It seems to be a certain defeat Those irons of my past I wake from the journey of peaceless sleep To an endless, drawn out day Life at times can seem so cheap To those who don’t have to pay For the nightmare of life is always at play And I am forced to fight Forever the cold dawn of day Haunts my costly flight I reach for something calmly sure Always just out of reach Those I grasp cannot endure And fade as the dust beneath my feet If my weighted past remains behind What is left to reflect this mind? ______________________________________ c/o Sylvia (14/3/06) |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
If the dust is bad shake it off and stomp your feet. You were never there -Paul. It rocks! -GIS Jesus |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
at times it can seem things are always just out of reach, nice write. Awake through motion with curiosity to curtain your first move |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Very nice write...I can realte to it. ~Alli~ |
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