Dustus Blog

Embolden, be heard
Face smirks and cruel words
Flow fades this evensong
Currents within torrent strong

It is lapping as if laughing
Black puddles wade on stage
Rattle the chain
Lock the steel cage

Struggling with belief
What was happening
Broken bully and garden rage
Detesting of sin, judgment, fear
Cap the well on salty tears

Not allowing the ink to dry
Adjusting later in life to find
Wrinkled smile, bloodshot eyes
Worn looking face appearing lines
Wondering if any moment is safe
About passing time
When we wake

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