5 August 2012
Blinding me Cuts on my body It's pitch back out On a Sunday morning
Can't walk without tripping I stumble back inside Winds howling through the house Dust piercing me
It's everywhere On the shelf In my clothes Mixed in with my food
It's so stuffy I can hardly breath Air quality is horrible Since the Dust Bowl started
Lights flicker on and off I must always cover my skin My face wrapped in a bandana I wonder if it'll ever end
I don't really know When I'll be free Because I'm trappe at home And running low on food
My water is tainted Nothing is fresh Except for every blast Of dust that slices
Through the walls Past my clothes Into me And my heart.
#7. Dust • Opuss № I