Dust.
By Dreamless
As we twist and struggle
Seeking synthetic sensuality
We stitch our hearts together
Living our afflictions vicariously
Through each other, we suffer
Ripping ourselves apart
Frantically rebuilding broken bonds
Cutting and shredding feelings
Memories fade and time melts away
The hourglass cracks
The sand seeps out;
A desert forms between us
Never ending --
Ever seeking distorted desires
And our wounds are never mending
Lost in what was consciousness
But is now a desolate plain of arid dreams
We're wilting and crumbling
Clawing at the walls of our minds
As we rust and return to dust
The breeze can carry us perpetually
Through the eternity we swore to one another
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On Monday, November 7, 2016, RoseTheBrokenHearted
(129) wrote:
I am touched by this work, in more ways than I had imagined I would be. From the first word, to the very last, I am in love. Thank you for the read!
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On Sunday, November 6, 2016, soul_versing
(882) wrote:
I'm still lingering on the concept of the void in time. I fucking love pretty bullshit💋 .like Oreos, shoves this piece into back pocket. cðŸªðŸªkies and 🌈 rainbows... Shh and just go with it. ~blah.com~
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A former member wrote:
wow, I was brought into this poem by the last stanza, really like the wilting and crumbling and clawing at the walls in our minds...that hits me on so many levels...Xie Xie!