Dust... I Am Dust

Poem By Iris Mista

When I left
I tried to look back
hoping you called my name

I wanted to hear
just one time
you did love me after all

But all that was on your mind
was your own name
I meant nothing and never did

That is me
nothing
a heart of dust

For what I gave
blown with the wind
never ought to stay
In loneliness I will
wander in the gravel
caused by my own heart

October 4,2013

Comments about Dust... I Am Dust

Don't think you are dust, and even if so, grow a plant of poetry, flowers will come, wait for the spring.


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