The Living Broken (Poetry)

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,

We ponder and wait,

For our time to be late.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,

It is never too long,

For we are always too short. 

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,

You always promised,

Forever would accomplished.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,

Are we there yet? 

Back from where we came from?

Or are we still here,

Almost never there. 

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,

Are my memories dying,

Or are they dissapearing.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,

Let oblivion consume me,

Never allow it to eat me.

For my paper-thin soul would crumble,

And all of me would tumble. 

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,

To be set free,

Would be to be awoken again. 

Awoken from where we came from. 

From where we escaped. 

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,

We ponder and wait,

For time to always be late.