Particles of dust are irrelevant alone.
But if you gather many of them together, then it becomes noticed.
We are one speck of life in an infinitely empty universe constantly expanding.
We are small in our meaningless existence.
We are specks of dust,
And there's not enough of us to be relevant.
YOU ARE READING
The Process of
PoetryThis whole book is a poem made up of smaller poems. It's a story of someone that is struggling through life. It's up to you to decipher your own story through this. #7 in haiku July 18, 2018 #1 in enlightenment July 18, 2018 -EasonV (Free verse and...
