I am dust, unique

   Lies drift back. So much loss that
craves attention. My eyes are forward. I cannot
allow myself to draw attention, to be
deceived for the signals you fire up.

   Running. Higher and higher. The lies
fade into the dust. The thoughts of what you
wished me to see, to act on.

    No you think I am simple. I am
common. No I am unique yet the same,
dust. Jehovah sees and hears me.

    My tears slide warm, wet trails down
my puffy cheeks. I am still me. Not empty,
just tired of all the foolishness that quake my
soul. You and your presence.