cruel closeness time

coming out of the darkness
rifts that split the comfortable shadows
underneath the blanket of known paths that
echo the dangerous direction that intensity
lets everyone know should not have been taken
cutting through the conversation
like a person who knows they are wanted
on this occasion i have not been given
status enough to know what is required so
energy risies up in me to ust grab it when i have to
never should have stopped in the first place
equal total amounts is pointless
so just go on with your experiences even though
sometimes the entire life of memories come
to rush into your mind all at once and they
insist you realize everything that led you up to this point
might just make you a stronger person if
everyone helped you see your faults and goals
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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