Literature
Dry Dust
In eyes, mouth, and clothes
Dry dust is everywhere. It blows
All directions and stays near,
I can barely tolerate this, Dear.
I cough and wheeze,
In the deadly breeze.
Inhale and exhaling it in,
I’m exhausted, letting Dust win.
In the air, so thick
This cloud, nothing does the trick.
All dresses filthy and hot,
Causing me to be thirsty no matter what.
They say it will clear up
And we’re so close we could jump
For joy. Tears of happiness
Replaces all of my moodiness.
We’ve arrived at last!
Getting clean was a blast,
No more treacherous dust…
Traveling no longer has my trust.