Ashes and Dust (a poem that makes no sense whatsoever).

Who wants to read a dramatic poem with no meaning? 
You guys are so chill. 

Ashes and Dust

by me

A lonely wanderer through time

With nowhere left to go

The fruit of poison

Catches fire in your throat

And it burns

Oh it burns

And the midnight rain comes thundering

Down the mighty path

To the windy lands of Ulysses and them

But show me ashes! show me dust!

Show me this creation!

Give me flaws, give me flames

Give me tides to hold back

And show me all the ashes

Of flags that we once waved.

My English class just finished reading the poem "Ulysses" and so I was like, oooh, I shouldn't try to write something like this. It would end up horrid. 

And yet, I sat down and this happened. 

Blah. 

I wanted to write a poem called "Ashes and Dust," because that's how I work; I come up with the titles first and work around them. Not the best plan, but I've gotten some interesting stuff with that method. 

So yeah, I basically threw a bunch of dramatic lines together. 

Thank you.