Thursday, July 19, 2018

Dust of death

I am like the angel of death Azrael
Flowing in a black cloak
Eyes staring into the haze
No way of going forward 
I won't reach my destination
My home is still far away
I remember my first
And now this is my last
So very thirsty
The clouds so dry
Puffs of smoke they could have been
Not a drop of rain to be found
The dust rose from the ground
Behind me
Where my feet had passed