Dusty Path

All roads lead to that dusty path
Sleeping deep below
Or fed as ashes to the bitter wind
Swept up or buried
All the little dreams
Dissolve in the cruel
Implacability of time

The earth heaves its weary skin
Revolutions are pin pricks
On her ancient shoulders
Kings raise insignificant fists
Shouting of rights given
From gods long gone
Battling like children’s toys
Fretful puppets
Loud and irrelevant
In the wheel of time

There is no matter here
If we fall to slavery and abuse
The greater course of history
Is indifferent
And our little blood soaked lives
But a blink
Of eyes too old to weep

(c) Helen Valentina 2016

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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5 Responses to Dusty Path

  1. philipparees says:

    LIked this a lot, if ‘liked’ is appropriate for ‘eyes too old to weep’. Moving.

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