wasted inspiration

when I accepted the last and
accomplished my task i was not
set up to complete the final days
that were set up before me any longer
each direction was not the same way in
days long ago where i started from and
indications of the compulsory wishes that
now seemed so far away and long gone
selecting the absolute best path to be
prepared for
included in the only messages left to display
reaching into the back of your brain and
attempting to recall
the last time it was that important to anyone
it was because there was
only so much time before i was gone and
now i am
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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