you’re out of this world

young as we were
only night was our time to be brave
unless we rise into the morning uncharted
ready to tackle the world
eventually stirring up some ghosts
opened up to a time long passed
underneath a shadow and looking
toward the spot you hoped to escape to
over the clouds heat bears down
frying the last water in the bottle
then it feels like a whole different place
history of light written in rock
immersed into a fire inside
slightly difficult to even think
while stopping is no longer an option
orange sun, red rocks, bright sky
rigid muscles tense with effort
leading onto the trail on which you hunt
deep thought weighted with new experiences

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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