autumn falls

predators and the hunters
make themselves known, every night out,
if you know where to look for them
or where they look at you
sometime off in the destined desires
of the awareness that is needed when you go out
and it is only so many times that you
concentrate on a future you planned and don’t know of
when you forgive and get along with
clouds of personal storm that made you
pry into where you are doubting yourself this time
in no time you could recieve support for a moment see yummy delicious soft smelling skin and then and
find out where the fireworks of self-analysis
made fire in your mind while the flight
of songs visit you in our only
winter moment this end of spring
decompression
of fear and then far too much silence
arrival
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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