A Speck of Dust

The dust has settled on the table, covering the story of a sin
A thick layer of specks neatly arranged by the wind
Fleck after fleck, lined up together as if twinned

The room is dark and the chairs are empty
The daylight that died slowly was once plenty

The silence whispers into the night
Take me in your arms, hold me tight
No one can hear the cries or the painful plight

The broken glass pieces are stained with blood
Dried, hard and stinking
Scattered all over the floor with mud

The windows are tightly shut
Trapping the fear deep down in the gut
Or keeping away the spectators
Was she a naive victim or a bad bad slut

The breeze finds its way from a crack in the door
A speck of dust arrives dancing, stirring and falling only to soar

Looking for a spot to settle on, it moves over a lifeless form
It’s cold, dead and blue what was once alive and warm

Forgotten by the world, she finally fell asleep
The pain never got over but there is no need to weep
The world will move on like it always has
There are no regrets, no complaints
She will dream of a better one while she sleeps