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

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Beata Agustin

Date: 12/13/2024 11:14:00 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.