A simple speck of dust,
Puzzling at first,
Resting where it lands.
A simple particle of nothing
Free from this world's bidding,
Free from existance itself.
A being needing caress,
His reflection none the less,
Yet not one of his own.
Admiring pure simplicity,
Blinded with duplicity,
Thoughts of envy settle.
Lack of vision to see,
What he desires to be
Resides within himself.
YOU ARE READING
Some of my dark poems I guess
RandomIf these don't make sense it ain't my fault, my mind never made sense anyway.
