catching letters

catching letters on the paper in time
across the air sounds of perfect syllables
twist and dance and find a way to stretch
collecting a few happy thoughts
halfway through the end of summer already
if it was up to me then i will open the cave
not going to remove the lock on your heart
give your everything or sit down
letting a beast of energy out for an
evening that needs a growl
there are no paths that lead here besides your own
think i would know better than to help the drowning
each time makes the loss even worse
right in time to remind the brain’s fireworks
staying awake until midnight tonight
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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