Eating Dust.

I watch from the dust,

as another tour bus,

leaves trails of red lights,

a cruel form of “goodbye”,

full to its capacity,

with those left to humanity,

jam-packed inside,

while I’m left behind;

see me waving,

truly straining,

both bloody eyes open wide…

I step over fading hope,

toe to heel on the tightrope,

that unravels so fast,

with the weight of my mass,

disintegrating easily,

to remind me constantly,

there will be,

no turning back,

it doesn’t work like that;

see me stammer,

see me stumble down,

once again, against the sound,

of betrayal,

of the final nail,

neatly hammered,

once again, unbroken ground;

mouth full of road dust,

in the wake of,

for the sake of,

the retreating tour bus,

I gave up my place,

for this wasteland I love,

so much that I’ll never escape.







3 thoughts on “Eating Dust.

  1. kosmogonic says:

    Oh, it’s so human, so heartbreakingly real. Just incredible.

  2. kosmogonic says:

    Oh boy, this is staggering. It’s so simple on one level, but tear-jerkingly powerful. It tells a great story, but it’s the untold story that is so fascinating. It’s like the opening scene of a brilliant movie.