new collateral abuse

narrowly escaping the place that
eagerly ruins and eats the hearts of artists
wanting to actually effect something in this life
coming from the place where every event is an
occasion to actually feel really alive
letting the hair down and getting a chance to
learn to laugh, love, and live like
a roof you climb up on to watch the moon
these experiences can help to form you forever
even in severe weather i long to be
right next to you and ready for whatever may come
around the same time we get out
like a pet set free after years inside a cage or
almost more like a circus without even a ring
but when you jump off some cliffs there is no river to land in
under the skin a fire still rages
stealing the light to howl at the sky
each of us have to grab our own moment
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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