and see the forest

as these beginning conversations
nicely droop across the air at work
doing my best to not show where i live
soaking a heart in the hopes that barely exist
eventually that same road is where i go again
each hour i remind myself to be sure and
tell nobody about our little thoughts like spiders
hanging around every single place i go and
everything i do has bits of thier web in it
from now on i will just watch my words very carefully
offering only an opinion if it is asked for
rough as everything is, i am made of solid stone
every night i rumble harder than the night before
some moods depend on what the universe provides
today i pray to find the gift of relaxation

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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