The books and papers lie on the desk,
abandoned
and the dust builds up on them,
gray, dull, and uninviting.
The poet has stopped writing;
She doesn't even look at this desk anymore,
She doesn't dare to see the passion she abandoned
when she gave up writing.
The grayness of the dust is all she has passion for now-
It fills her life with shadows of a substance
and it keeps her company
on those long dusty nights
when the sky is pure and black
and she has nothing else left.
This dust is pure
and it taints her heart,
leaving it abandoned
like her poetry.
The dust tells a story within its dullness,
but it can't be read
because it has built up, depressed and lackluster, for so long.
And that's the way that it's supposed to be;
it will never change.
Author notes
I don't know where this came from. I just thought it was an interesting prompt, so I wrote something.
Written September 10th, 2006
A contest entry
- Dust to Dust by sunraezz.
300 points, ended September 14, 2006, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Excellent
This is a sad, deep and interesting write ...
Thought-provoking in a way, well written
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this is a really good, yet sad poem. i dont think i would be able to live without writing. its sad to hear a story of someone who abandoned something they love. great effort, i enjoyed it
and thanks for the comment you left on my friends poem
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I like this poem, although it tells a rather straight forward story, It leaves plenty of holes for the reader's imagination to fill in. I see that she was motivated to write by someone she held dear who left her and took her motivation and left her in this seemingly eternal depression. I liked it, good job.
-Chaos
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