To Dust
I Am Standing There Staring Back At Me
As My Skin Starts Crumbling
Simply Dust Nothing More
This Time Worse Than Before
Waiting On Someone To See
I Found The Silence Humbling
Escaping The Hole That I Dug
Casually Swept Under The Rug
When They Ask What Went Wrong
Just Smile And Say She Never Did Belong
Copyright © Brandie Osborn | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment