Dirt

Devouring the earth
like a gray haze over the sun.
Swept away by wind
to never return undone.

Scratches on my feet
from the larger stones within.
The gravel on the road
so damaging of sin.

They called it 'dirt',
but to me it's just black.
The tears from the sky
beat down, make it pack.

The world is so dirty
why not give it that name?
It's still just depressing.
It's still just the same.