description storm

during the night a chosen path arrives
exits like these are lightning but silent
so fast i move along without thinking and even
clouds cannot beat me to where i am headed
roasting in a fire
i had lit inside myself
persued this game before rules were invented
turned from art to destruction and back again
interrupt the calm to get some distance done
notes from a song i wrote when i was young
sharing thoughts like i have never been ridiculed
torn between all the life choices
organizing the time like a tornado path
ready to
make myself yours

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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