poem of dust
Day is as there was as we try to understand, the strange things in this place we call home. Who do I live and breath for as there is never a complete way to understand how fast time can fly by while you don’t care or find yourself distracted all the way a bottle seems to be the greatest break due to knowing how fast it’d make you feel better yet the horror memories of the past drunk nights reminds me how easy it can be reaching for a full bottle while the soul drains empty. You say to much but actually do very little as if there is something interesting to talk about.
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Hey there, thanks for sharing this, there's some beautiful imagery there. I hope you found it cathartic to write and I hope you keep writing 💜
Dreams turn to dust blown away in the winter storm, cold winds freeze your vain, try to cut them now thinkin you are shielding everyone from the pain only covers them in your shame can’t keep fighting like you already let everyone down. The rain only comes to pass after the storm captures the wind slashes with deep lashes split the artery everytime a step is out of line something is always out of place. Life gives you lessons all unique to us or is that just what we believe? Can we be apart of history or just those to read the dust get blown away. Try to smoke just to get away, house feels empty no matter how full: friends and family surround you. Alone fills the air with the leverage of another lost soul sounds Ecco across down these halls left turn waiting for the helping hand. In sight of reaching with no hand there to hold, Shadows case you in your mind sands make believe but the marks the leave are proof enough to see they hate to leave feeding off your pain leeching on to drain the life from everyone. Can we read, can you understand how do you need or learn lessons that we are there anything that we need or want as there to be as we are wonder we can’t or we can but there never was wonder, less than we want more than need and always seems to never be. (im trying just ehh writting and social
thanks i'd like to keep posting i have some from my heavy drinkng days and some from after i put it down i guess when you dont ahve friends and feel like you don't belong it creates a deep understanding to things that and pain.
