Dust

Published by the Idle Ink.

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Dust

Old dusts settle in your shadow, left behind
they set and stretch into the darkness of your past.

The wind against your face coaxes the dust off your hair
and all the grime floats away, settling on your trailing footsteps.

And while you may think those chapters have been closed,
the memories are there, dusting in the shelves.

You step into your future clean and blank
like a slate, but the dirt always remains

waiting for the storm from your past
to throw the fate in your face.

Despite the leaves you turn,
the marks are always there

buried under your feet, and all the steps you walk
won’t free you from the stench of your missteps

airborne in the wind.


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