Poetry: Rose Dust
Rose Dust
Life is not rose dust
It breaks your heart,
With a shutter of shock.
Everything is knocked.
Suffocating,
every corner
Suffocating.
The darkness engulfs us,
Gashes the soul with scars,
Capillary and seething.
It's lumping inside
when you're gnawing.
Heart's growing heavier,
than the Mariana trench.
Mixed with the rose dust,
dreams and the last clench.
The clench that seeks.
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