Dust

I am a dust
My existence is a must
From here to there
Gone everywhere
Yet no one can see
How I tried to flee
In this selfish world
I had never been told.

For I am a dust
Worthless than a rust
I can touch everyone
But touched by no one
They call me dirt
Treated me like 
Every corner is my home
Of a dark, cold room.

So, I am a dust
No future and past
Born to witness death
Die to be a myth
In a pageless books
Unread by blinded folks
My story will make no history
An epic with no finale.

April 30,2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Agustin Avatar
December 13, 2024 at 11:14 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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