terror systematically

there are ways we hide
every day deep inside
running from the recent past
roaring through the times that last
only tempted to find the best way
ready to wrap my brain around another day
somewhere waits for me
your arms and a welcoming kiss
so concentrate on that finish line twist
there is still the second half of the week
enduring what i have to for the goal i seek
may be even trying a style i dont often see
after all i am not much into monotony
tedium leads to dreariness i feel
incredible life that seems almost unreal
calling out from under
a tree that provides its own thunder
like a poem dedicated to you
let each day go through what it goes to
you are the only best version of you
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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