guarded or protected

giving all of myself and getting little

unless I bend over backwards they may not see me

after this summer so much has changed

replacing the needs of others with my own

during my last minutes in this spot I will

encompass that which has kept

drooling its meanness all over me as I rage

oxygen being my only food for this journey

red marks drying on me where blood once was

playing back and forth with the

reflections off of everything

out of the sky comes droplets of light

tearing like a bunch of holes in a canvass

energizing the walls that keep inner thoughts safe

capsizing motivations for the wrong dimension of future

testing how awake the crawling cruelties convey

every time I run through the wild to you my

day gets better

 

 

 

 

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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