Dust... I Am Dust Poem by Iris Mista
Dust... I Am Dust
When I left
I tried to look back
hoping you called my name
I wanted to hear
just one time
you did love me after all
But all that was on your mind
was your own name
I meant nothing and never did
That is me
nothing
a heart of dust
For what I gave
blown with the wind
never ought to stay
In loneliness I will
wander in the gravel
caused by my own heart
October 4,2013
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4/19/2024 12:30:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Don't think you are dust, and even if so, grow a plant of poetry, flowers will come, wait for the spring.