Filthy Dust

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Today I’m posting a poem. No, its not humor. In fact its about my personal experience. But, I still welcome your feedback.

Although, we’ve had our differences;
Nevertheless, my heart sparkled with gratitude.
For a good friend is like a treasured box, filled of laughter and tears, from life’s pleasant treats, and mischievous scheme.
But I see you now. In fact, I hear you loud and clear.
You’re a cunning skillful double-dealer, deceit is your amusement.
You are arrogantly self-absorbed, and faint hearted.
You tend to open your arm to the feeble, yes. But you butcher their character.
With your wings of jealousy, you’re flying so high, your cup of pride is overflowing.
So blinded by your own deception, you’ve lost all sense of discernment.
You ignore the genuineness of true friendship;
Your heart too hardened to feel love.
“You are beneath me!” So is your delusion.
How sad?
Do I applaud your effort?
But, our journey stops here dear friend.
For while we are nothing but dust;
You’ve cornered yourself with filthy dust.
So, wake up!
Wake up and feel the warmth of genuineness, the healing of forgiveness, and the bliss of love!
So you may learn to value the gift of true friendship.
Filthy dust, what is your true worth?
By: Nadège Moïse

3 thoughts on “Filthy Dust

    thelonelyauthorblog said:
    December 2, 2015 at 9:01 pm

    Powerful writing. Don;t waste your time with filth. You, like everyone else, deserve better. Nice read.

    Liked by 1 person

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