final tree

pieces of pie

left out in the sun too long

are now summoning the bees

and one sits down and looks at me

like a wave crashing over

I feel like we are very alike

he and I

both unable to alter the future of today

and wishing the pearl was not

rolling across the horizon

and I don’t want to die

but I can no longer continue living this way

I have only so many yearning desires

to make friends with this time

and I found a way to get out of this situation

without running away

from a town I hold so dear

but the circles keep closing in and the

things that anchor me

no longer tell me what to do

and I have a long way to go

but nobody will see me when I leave

and someone might miss me when I am gone

but I have a new realm to conquer

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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