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Tears From Dust

They say that tears come from the heart.  I beg to differ.  You see, there was a place inside me where I held you close.  But through the years, that place became as hollow as your soul.  Instead of compassion, you showed indifference.  You turned a blind eye.  Your own twisted cravings became the priority in your life.  I was left in the dust.  This is where my tears came from; the dust in your wake.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

2 thoughts on “Tears From Dust

    1. Thank you for the visit, Audrey. This is (mostly) a work of fiction. So no worries. I’m good. The words “Tears from Dust” came to me and I had to do something with them. But all is well here, I assure you. ❤

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