talking underground

torn between working and rest
after a day of a thousand questions
like one sip of water every single minute
keeping steady like that
it can fill you up real quick like
nobody can stop me from
getting back my one hundred percent
utilizing all positivity kind of groove
needlessly reflecting on all i did
doing my best to be totally compassionate
every day hurts but
really do think that i probably deserve it so
getting up and carrying on is the only choice yet
ready to face each day is a challenge i accept
on the hope i can make it back here tomorrow
underneath the candle glow
near legs of solid marble
do not need much else in this reality

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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