Dust

Ran from one end of the forest to the other

Screaming a name I’ve never heard of.

Made a list of the lies he told me

Then fed it to a fire.

Crowned the queen of sarcasm

By those that didn’t know what the word meant.

Fight violent and horrific wars

Nobody can see or hear.

They make me tired and weak

Where I have to force myself to breathe.

In excruciating exposure to the ultimate truth

That led to the dismay of noone.

While most walk around feeling accomplished

I tend to feel like a piece of dust.

 

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