internal adjustment

it isnt a problem with you, it is with me, and
nobody wanted me around for long anyway,
the good will i spread around
even came back every once in a while,
returning things borrowed is something done to me
not nearly as often as i am the one doing it,
and i say thank you a thousand times before you’re welcome,
located my awareness after years of regret,
across the heat my body is dragged,
drowning in a steam made from emotion supressed,
jump out of my chair to get out as fast as i can,
unless i make changes i might just as well die here,
stagnant life has never been a close friend of mine,
torn between the ice and the shape my life is becoming,
must not forget the concentration my mind values,
eventually we all get horizontal,
not a day goes by
that i do not value you
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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