A scream escapes me as my body goes to the nether
Disintegrating into grains of dust to fall up into the desolate and
be carried away down a flowing river of no direction.
My mind, my soul, and my will follow into the oblivion after;
each seperate from one another to divide themselves
into a thousand times a thousand
My will holds tight to once piece of each as I flow
for I will not let them go
their seperate ways
I will not lose me.
For I am me.
I am me
by Philip Wardlow 2012
5 thoughts on “Dust to Dust – A poem”
Beautful. . .Tears. . .Sigh.
cool picture to go along with your poem 🙂
The picture actually inspired the poem…sometimes the poem drives me to pick a certain picture though
that would explain the perfection of it. 🙂