intimate confused

if it was a day being symbolized
no sunshine where i walked would happen
the outfit being worn could be the representation
if it was made entirely of grey
maybe it could be the watch ticking
as it keeps pace with the passing hours
that watch would have to be so black it is unreadable
even the music could signify if
coming out of an icy lake while naked was a song
or the shoebox in the backyard soil was
now where the soul and heart reside yet
for an icon of the mind
use the broken car that still drives
shattered glass like the mind’s eye
every word spoken sounds like it is broken
don’t know where next year will lead
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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