and optional death

accepting where you are at and
not settling in to the same old rut
deny the comfortable complacency
organized by the mindset of not experementing
perpetuated beneath such a uninspired roof
twisted all up inside from years of mistreatment
including amounts of time locked up and undefended
or arriving at the stage where works are commanded
nightmares are made of moments like these
almost every torture leads back to things like these
longing for something you may never see again and
doing your best to do whatever you can to not think of that
ending the nights by knocking the mind out ’till morning
agents of change sneaking all around the personality
there are times i need you near me, honey
hate to picture passing away without your kisses
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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