Dust in the Dissonance
Our Bodies Are Dirt. Dust Making Amends
A dark, philosophical poem about truth, love, mortality, and change in a world where nothing stays and everything fades.
Dust in the Dissonance 09/18/2005 by David C. Roberson
The world where we live’s full of lies. True love is a book full of fairy tale rhymes. Our bodies are dirt— dust making amends, each particle crafted from sin. Her lies don’t reveal themselves quick. They conflict with each other, and nothing quite clicks. My truth is sunlight on a vampire’s dead skin— bright embers turn brown from within. And the world just keeps turning, and the bridges keep burning— will we ever learn from our mistakes? My friends are like clouds in the air. They drift in and out of my life everywhere. One’s gone overseas, one’s leaving the state. I’ve got to see them before it’s too late. And the lovers keep spurning, while the friendships keep churning— why can good things never stay that way? The ink in this pen is my blood, and I’m pouring it out in an emotional flood. Will I drown in this mess, or float on to dry land? Will I grow old and wise, or fail to understand? We just keep cleaning away— the dust is back the next day. Like Frost said, “Nothing gold can stay.” The fight’s never-ending, and it’s often heartrending— we’ll never ever truly be safe. The Teacher drones on in critique, and he shows everyone how to be so elite. We’ll wax on our trite typings, look down on TV— but in truth, lonely dust we’ll all be.
So many beautiful lines in this poem. Thanks for sharing :) enjoyed reading it.