Here' s a short, rather sad poem I wrote. Any comments or suggestions are very much appreciated.

 

"Dust"

 

I sit here, alone,

Amongst cobwebs and dust.

I look around and mourn

All those I did love and trust.

 

This house is my tomb

As I await my demise;

To escape this cold earth

And roam free in the skies.

 

Oh, I just want to see you.

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

I'll be with you soon,

But for now I must wait

Source: Dust (poem)