treat delusion

taken from a break after being
ravaged and automatically torn apart,
ending the long period of time when
all these worries were off on vacation,
tossed aside like an empty beer can and
dented and abused before even being used but
eventually destroyed is better than not being noticed,
like a burned out lightbulb nobody ever finds out about,
unless you flip that switch you are blind to your problem,
soak deep inside for the solution to the issue,
intending to be one way yet succeeding at being another,
only you are the torch in the darkness,
nearly every hour is a stunning picture
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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