tortured awakening

tonight cannot arrive soon enough,
only the clock is moving slow
right now and the preparations still are made;
that, right there, should be enough to ease the pain,
unbelievable amount of discomfort which
returns each morning after what rest is achived,
encompassing the hurt which was made here,
definitely carried with me everywhere,
and a reminder of why the time is appreciated,
when each next day could be the last one,
as driving fast and doing lots can not help you,
keep gratefull regardless of impending moods,
ending inclinde to be worse than the beginning,
nothing is worse than not getting to say goodbye,
it can be worse than saying goodbye when you don’t want to,
nobody sees my scars like you,
get over here and kiss me you fool
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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