Dust Angels

Dust Angels

Walking back after a hard day,
another cruel, senseless ordeal,
Back to a house of conflicts,
of screaming, shouting, crying.

And kicking up the dust
that lies along the path,
the path that lies between
both sides of unhappiness.

Look at the dust, floating all around
like angels that rise up from the ashes,
to comfort those in need of faith,
before vanishing into the earth.

And when was the last time that
peace was all that mattered?
No more conflict. No more strife.
No more feeling lost.

Enough. No more.
Back to the everyday toil life has become.