"SOUL AS DUST" SOUL AS DUST
My soul is dry, it's dust, deserted
Like bones pulverized by pestle, mortar
Sifting, shifting, slowly drifting
Out the pores - the doors of who I am
Wasting away - fading fast
Vibrancy of youth laid flat
What has happened?
What disease destroys?
Time has had its way with
Stolen minutes of the mind
Theft of bouncing merry step
Banished beauty of the blush
Away to a remotest spot
To spin, then stop, to sort, to spare
Further loss, need for repair
Haste! Halt! Help! Hush! Hope!
Prayer Girl
3 comments:
LOVE it. I STILL want to know, whence came this talent? I've known you for nearly 20 years, and all of the sudden--THIS!
Always enjoy your poems. Thanx.
a sad and intriguing poem, i love how you mixed the emotions of fear and joy together, well done
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