LeftOver StarDust

Night falls

Gentle moon glow

Upon the wind

Sadness

Does

Blow.




Walls crumble


Momentarily

Memories
Seep between cracks.




Bins
busted


And you find
Yourself

Surrounded by

The ashes.



Minuscule particles
Of


dreams


Wishes


Cast out
into
The atmosphere


Misplaced
stardust.



Tears cried
Fade
To
Rust.

And
You hear
Yourself
Asking

"Who do I trust"?

All hope you've
Had
Seems
To
Combust.


But bins are
Better
When
They bust

And

The mind
Seems to ease
With the painting
Of dusk

But you
Keep
On
Asking
"Who do I trust"?

Doing everything
Perfect
it seems
A must

Doing things
Different
Just seems
Unjust.

When the
Sky
Opens and
Cries
You cry
To
Because sometimes
It seems its
All you can do.

Moving on
Forward when
You'd like to scream
"I'm through "

Wishing for endless
Beaches
And shades of oceans
And skies hues
Of blue...

Because you find
Yourself wondering
What's left
To do.


Friends you've
Had
There honesty
Comes as
Often as
Far and few

And you think
Of the times
You supported
Them
And said
"If you had wings
You could have flew."

You find yourself
Asking
Would they have
Supported you?

You write you're
Thoughts
Down
Upon every
Page...

Because you know emotions
Shouldn't be wasted on rage.
There best set free
Then in a cage.


Maybe
None of
This will make
Sence to any of you

But I
Needed to ask
What's left to do?