Unattended

there is a lesson and
there is work to be completed
growling framed canvas
I have become you
more night, instinctive
blessed by the moon
every star I see is a
candle in my love’s bedroom
but I am no longer allowed in the house
I could devour much
but nothing satisfies me
in the dark my hands rub my face
to reassure there is some feeling
the only times
I recall are painful unless
I tell my mind so cease its service
if I cannot assure
the love of family then
dare I ever trust the love of friends?
on a tree branch
like this, I long for
freedom and flight
my phone girl, I am your
future sight

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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