missing conversation

more of the passions
if you dont visit here enough times
stay like the pain you remember that
stung deep and lingered long
interrupting the shadowy secrets or
neat dodging the accident that barely missed
getting by with whatever is nearby and
connecting through whatever means most to you
on occasion reprogramming the brain
nobody who tells you what to do gets
very far with that
energy makes you capable to complete the tasks
recognizing the last time you needed mercy
stay late so you will see next time coming
after the year you have had
the rest of your life will be a big relief
invitation to give yourself some down time
only the bed knows when you are coming home
nobody can predict you, not even you

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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