Thursday Poem: Crumbles away to Dust

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Crumbles away to Dust

You want to feel the solidity of this world.
A world that crumbles away to dust at your touch
and blown away on the breezes like the footsteps
you take across its dry surface that billows then falls
behind you, leaving no trace of any one step

you take as the faces turn away as though
you are some kind of ghost they need to forget
as though you remind them too much of something that
left scars on you, even though the wind still blows
and all is blown away as this old world

now crumbles into the dullest driest dust
of so many forgotten promises and dreams
all lying crumbled into nothing, lost
and less than dust all blown away from here
on these constant, always churning, blowing winds.

Published by David Hadley

A Bloke. Occasionally points at ducks.

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