Dust and Dreams-A Journey
Forsaken (Dust)
Forsaken
Oh safety,
Do not forsake me!
For in your dew-kissed palm find I,
In thy dark, haunted mind,
Cold drops of fog's mist,
To bathe,
My cold skin, enfolded,
Within a shroud of blackness,
You mock, as you hack,
This fragile soul to pieces.
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
Oh safety,
Do not forsake me!
For in your dew-kissed palm find I,
In thy dark, haunted mind,
Cold drops of fog's mist,
To bathe,
My cold skin, enfolded,
Within a shroud of blackness,
You mock, as you hack,
This fragile soul to pieces.
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
