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 © Ma. Queenie Rose Dadia | Year Posted 2021
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