Dust

a Poem by Raquel Swann

Collapsed into a pile of dreams,

disintegrated into fine dust,

gazing into an empty future,

with the palm of my hand,

I scoop up some powder and watch

as it slips through my fingers.

Again, again, and again.

I’m afraid to sleep,

I dare not dream.

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