portray selections

permanent as a slap
on the wrist is the deserved punishment for this
rewards for misbehaving
take turns arriving on your doorstep
ready and waiting for the next dance
after the destruction of tonights motivation like
yesterday’s running away or even
some part of this morning’s headache
enveloping the mood of a terrible occasion
like a young kid bad at open communication
eventually showing how tough the spirit is
culminating in the real development of hardness of mind
that can now be shown to the entire world and
i am thankful that i am the one
offering a culmination of converging agents and
now i know i will never stop again unless
someone puts an arrow through my heart

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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