shared struggles

so there is a number of books in the
house while open may never be read
and around the chair a few
randomly crumpled papers that
each have a mostly completed composition
drawn delicately in dark ink and darker words
some of the decorating had seen
thoroughly better days and
right when one was almost complete another was started
until the day the door was
going to be opened no more
got some music tattooed on the walls
like a painting being constructed from scraps
every day i pray for the return
so nothing gets moved or touched
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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