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Dust Trails

by Max Bouillet

Souls burnout quickly in youth;
the ember cools as we age
and the ash that remains
trails behind us
like a dust storm
until the wind catches our core
and we fall into the sky.

On the cusp of eternity,
we desperately try to maintain our identity
but drifting in the face of god
we soon forget ourselves
and are swallowed
by the stars.

10/27/2012

Posted on 10/27/2012
Copyright © 2020 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Laura Doom on 11/11/12 at 01:39 PM

Those stars are choking as you type...
and god is busy revising [for this examination :]

Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 01/10/13 at 02:35 AM

Made me feel better about crumbling away. Mighty well written.

Posted by Wendy Sparling on 01/18/13 at 02:12 AM

I should come back more often. reading your poetry does give me a lift to the stars.

Posted by Angela Stevens on 03/27/14 at 09:16 PM

Really beautiful to read.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/28/14 at 12:32 AM

Quite profound...illuminating, Max. Glad I finally caught up with this one.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/29/14 at 10:49 PM

Sounds like a great way to go! the ash that remains trails behind us like a dust storm" - love these lines. Thanks for this.

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