helping hurting

hurry every time i am headed to where you are
end the things that stand in the way
let myself believe that sometimes you think of me
placing your hand in mine
increasing the desire to be right beside you
now that nothing matters more
going inside myself and fixing the attitude and
having the belief that everything will be okay
under this moon which we hold so dear
riding on the back of this year’s shark
testing myself by going where i have never been before
insistent intense times like
needles that deliver the pain beyond relief when
getting sleep is a luxury unachieved

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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