I’m just a man with dust
Slipping through his fingers
Searching for a place to keep it
A redundant reflex born from memory
Dust is never the beginning, no
It is the ending of all things
For Time erodes it all to grain
For nothing’s meant to stay
The future looked so bright and new
Ambition held my gaze
As friends, lovers, pets and family
Crumbled in my haze
And by the time I realized
That they had decomposed
I strived to grasp all I had left
But I was just a man with
Dust
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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