Burning Dust
No feeling, no sense,
I''m drowning in an
ocean of nothing.
No light, no sight,
I''m blinded by impelling
bolts of mangled trust.
No hope, no soul,
my spirit is lost within
penetrating thorns of
shadowy hedges.
No shape, no form,
my body is built of
nothing but burning
dust, trapped within
whirlpool of discared
essense and understanding.
Copyright © Leighann Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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