What is this debris that covers us all?
Covering my face, covering the wall?
This grit I feel against my skin,
A painful stinging from within.
I can not wash away this regret,
Of things undone and people never met.
What I should have said the night you cried,
What I should have did before he died.
This crimson dust clings to everyone,
Choking us until it has won.
I no longer want to feel this way,
Coughing on the sand everyday.
I live one life and it is my own,
I will stop trudging in this dirt alone.
Fall away and be left behind,
Cleansed of the remorse in my mind.
I will brush way the soot and its wrath,
Continuing on my earthy path.
 shy_pegasus22 · Tue Apr 17, 2007 @ 06:52pm · 0 Comments |
