returning home
the tale behind the curtain
as the lights fade to their proper décor
like a first realization of
a bit of chocolate covered pomegranite
begging for some time with honey
maybe when the orange taste has
faded from the tastebuds
and inside these four walls
plants and thier children carefully sit
and the amount of time it takes
just to eradicate any amount of thinking
in order to be at peace partially
with where you are currently in this life
the candles don’t burn
the drops coming from my eyes don’t mean anything
this is a home more than a house
what would you do if all this
was upon your shoulders?
you do the same thing that is true

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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