Mental Health, Poetry, Writing

Dust. A poem.

Billions of microscopic particles
coalescing in the infinite.
The void in my heart, a macrocosm
blessed with spacial vertigo,
engulfing the dust of reason
and goodwill.

Pearl pinpoints provide minimal
illumination to highlight my
hope and perspicacity.
I float amongst the atoms,
dreaming of dark gravity
bending light to fulfil my dreams.

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