Light trickles in through window grime;
The dust dances in its wake,
Swirling and swimming
Like the very cosmos.
A lone child stands in the center of it all
Savoring the silence, the savage bite
Of splinters in his tender feet
Praying for the distant day
When this life, this town is just as real
as the nebulous clouds of particulate finery
that dance before his tear-lined eyes.
-
Author:
Fränz Müller (
Offline) - Published: August 15th, 2025 15:45
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
Offline)
Comments2
Tiny worlds where in reality size makes no difference. A lovely write
A sense of a child who wants to be in a different world to the one they are living in, they want to see the light and dance for real, nicely expressed and written
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.