Dust

Alright,so here's the dealio: Sometimes I dabble in poetry, just to test my language and vocabulary, and because I think it is an interesting way to convey myself. This as my first poem after three years of nothing, where I was a little on the depressed side. Poetry, along with drawing and sketching, pulled me out like a greedy fishing pole taking on the biggest challenge just for the hell of it. It's about the brutality of society, and the desperation with which we grab at all the things we cannot have, all the forbidden treasures hidden in dark coves and under miles of rock because humanity isn't meant to ruin it. And yet, with our constant yearning for the unknown, for the unattainable, (for anything with the prefix 'un' in front of it, really), we end up desecrating the very thing we were reaching for.
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