Woke up, feeling something indescribable, unable to shake the somber dust from my shoulders.
My mind, heavy, with thoughts of nothing; my body sharing its space with a groggy spirit. My moments spent searching for commitments abandoned by many, placing their gifts of disappointments in a cubicle’s drawer to remind me of the lessons learned.
A day spent beneath a dark cloud without falling rain. Hoping to remove the lingering filth that damaged my soul.
“Hoping to remove the lingering filth that damaged my soul.”
Bingo. I believe that is the goal of life.
“My mind, heavy, with thoughts of nothing”
i like this, i know this, i feel this. Thank you.
I know I have said this before… your words and the way you present you poetry is amazing. I love your imagery and passion of your poems. ♥
Showering in the warm gentle flow of future dreams often helps remove the dust of others. Cheers!