a short one

Funny sun,
Mocked me that day,
On the deck of
Tortured food and torturous service,
Following
The fickle sunset
I could no longer
Keep my head up,
And doubt
Crawled up the damn sidewalk,
Of course,
And beat me up
Real good………

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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