replace morning time

roasting in the sun
empty stomach and blurry eyes
patience will help the concentration rise
light bouncing off silver shine on all sides
among the
confined choices from which to
empathize a condition you dont want to have
made to deal with the very
orderly calmness before the storm like the
really disarming silence as the panic sets in
nothing surprises like when the earthquake hits
it is jumpy when the earth has to shudder awake
narrow windows like the tightrope walk
getting the blood flowing
torn between the future and the past
if i made your life better thats all that counts
maybe a heart that big has its own countries yet
even those borders are not permanent

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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