Who am I
to try to burn a path
through the sands of time and purpose
every grain is a moment
almost a breath
they stick to me long after I’ve left the dunes
I carry the remnants
some memories I wish to hold on to forever
others are nightmares I pray to forget
I’m covered head to toe
they clothe me
they create me
if I shake some may fall away
but new moments will fill the vacancies
forever I am changing
forever I play in the dust
and when my bones no longer carry my soul
and my spirit finds a home
I will fall away
I will make up the sands of time and purpose
where I will live once again
when there is even a whisper of my name
- Author: rydaddy_98 ( Offline)
- Published: October 2nd, 2018 15:54
- Category: Unclassified
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