needed weekends

nicely spaced out conversations
each one revealing a bit of motivation
existing just to remind of what
decisions i came to a few years ago
ending the time where i
devote myself so someone i knew
would not like me as much as i like them
emitting the desire to only be near kind souls
even if that means putting mean ones out of thier misery
kingdoms, cottages, and caves
everyone has a home to return to
now that the end of the time of upheaval
died in the arms of a war that perished
so the citizens sing the praises of the land not the steel

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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