Ashes in the Dust
The Sun long lost its luster
A cold and faded yellow orb.
Mornings creep too soon
Bearing witness to the dark
Words crumble in the mist
And quickly float away.
Bleak trees dot my forest now
Crumbled bark and shadows.
Dog eared calendars
Witness times long lost.
Meanings dried and cracked
Wander with my ghosts
I skirt the edge of joy
Leaving laughter slain.
A world that I once knew
Mere ashes in the dust.
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