Dust & Innocence

Dust & Innocence (2010)

Standing waiting for a sign
Our Whispered words
turn to hollow cries
Loves falling from our hands,
washing away with the sands
It doesn’t matter

Seething quietly inside
All the wrongs
replace the rights, hurting
My tortured soul’s bleeding now
This barren field needs no plow
Only tenderness

This life is too special-
to leave without a sound
Better turn these old boots around,
and start fighting-
until the leaves cease to fall
and the rocks upon this wall, crumble
(to dust and innocence)

The loss of love,
it weighs so heavy
on this old heart now
Spent the days counting lies,
chasing shadows in the night.
Will this be forever?

Feeling empty and so cold
a man without a soul,
Wandering lost and so alone
Only Distance
A coronation without a crown,
got me thinking

This life is too special-
to leave without a sound
Better turn these old boots around
and start fighting-
until the leaves cease to fall
and the rocks upon this wall, crumble
(to dust and innocence)

This love’s not over,
This love’s not over,
This love’s not over-

River Hunt
UK Based Artist, Writer & Photographer.
www.riverhunt.org

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2 thoughts on “Dust & Innocence”

  1. I find your poem, very moving and honest. I also like your art and your exploration into identity. Helen

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