Man is made to wander amid his refuse.
The rust of his passing will be swept away,
then there will be nothing but the gentle sway
of tall grass, indifferent to the pale sky.


Dust & Decay

A house of dust
Lies at the edge
Waiting for silence
To whisper decay

A brittle woman
Sits broken in despair
Her eyes sunken
Forever condemning

A road abandoned
Is there indifferent
Knowing your steps
Are futile as the rain

A life wasted
Came to pass
In this house

A violent wind
Rose suddenly
Sweeping all
Away into nothing

A silent twilight
Heavy with regret
Crickets sing sadly
The day finally dies.