permanent emergency

pursuit of a better place to be
easy to believe but not easy to perceive
remember the desire no matter what happens
minor misunderstandings like a symbol of big problems
accidents that happen to be a
needless torture that is being put up with
ending the need to think about anything personal
neat arrangements of
these uncomfortable moments in piles of depression
evidence of what i go through for you
must i get so much less than what i need from you
each time people get treated bad they gain new walls
right in time for my own round of
getting my mind right
eventually i have got to get on living the path that
now is shouting at me every time i sit still
can i just be myself?
you bet i can
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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