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under the dust

Under the dust

I got back there today

I found everything is still there

The mess, the cold, all under the dust

Our world now is just a smile inside a broken frame

With pale faces, cold home, autumn leaves

I figured it out then;

We lost our right to live in our past

You are only alive in a radio song

On a melody, you used to dance to

You are only a flashback in rewind

A laugh in an old photograph

A sigh between the lines of a sad poem

A theme of a random drunk poet

I figured it out

Everything that belongs to us is here

But we no longer belong to it anymore

under-the-dust

Comments

Yasmeen Ghazal (author) from Amman on May 17, 2019:

Wow, your words are so touching, Tim!!

Tim Truzy from U.S.A. on May 17, 2019:

Your poetry is incredible inasmuch that you have a keen sense of the human condition in lines. Indeed, the "dust" of yesterday is gone but still covers our being. However, from "dust" we ascended and from the "dust" we must eventually return as does the narrator in your poem. It is a sad poem, but hope lies within your work. Great work. Respectfully, Tim

Lorna Lamon on April 25, 2019:

Hi Yasmeen, This poem spoke to me of living for today, remembering yesterday and looking forward to a brighter tomorrow. Thank you for sharing.

Ryan Paul S Balagtas from Philippines on April 24, 2019:

The poem made me emotional. Time and change are sometimes cruel to us. Throwbacks mixed with the realities of life often gives bitter sweet feelings.