charcoal dust
deep in my palms
and my skin and my nails
[can't wash it off can't get away stay away]
charcoal hands
clawing at the white walls
surrounding me
i leave trails of dark and dirty dust
on the perfect white walls
dirty hands dirty hands dirty hands
just smears of black dust
on my corner of
white
[they won't let me leave--
until i've washed my hands
but the charcoal dust
doesn't go away]
YOU ARE READING
Moonlit Poetry
PoetryMoonlit poems to help others remember what's important... [Originally titled "Finding Earth"]
