New Poem- not sure how good it is because I wrote it when I was feeling really odd xD

[Dusty]

Old, heavy and sense-deprived

Time slips by as sand between the fingers

Then it slows to a drone

The part I am acting

I know not of another part to act.

Held closed by fear

For years the old stones and pearls

In the withering box.

When a wind of obsession comes flying through the box

I can’t help but catch it.

And keep it for years in this old box.

A self-sabotage is what it is.

[Aine]

Oh, this is really good. Fun Title too ;)  The imagery is wonderful. I can see everything so clearly and relate too well.  I do hope you'll write more when you get a chance.  We really are a talented bunch. Could you imagine if we were able to pull our talents together. Like the Wild Minds Book Of Poetry or Cook book or Art Show. LOL. We could RULE THE  DREAM WORLD...LOL Just being a bit silly, it's late at night, but it really isn't a bad idea. ( Not the Rule the World Part)  No one would have to know who we really were. Anyway, love the poem.

[Dusty]

Haha thanks Jules :3

[Jules]

Yeah thanks for that! I get the idea of what you're saying. Good one. :)

[Dusty]

Haha! Thanks guys :3

[Jenna]

Oh it is a lovely poem and also, best blog title ever. XD