Presenting present

After all this
Life is the destruction
of the seeds of glorious madness
Like a tomb we build
For our own damn selves
The fruits of which
Fall and rot
So our own inner demons
May feast and frolic
And at times when you
Are happier than ever
A crisis waits in the wings
So appreciate it and thank the stars
For the moment they give
Each inescapable and amazing transgression
Of time
Is not only yours
But belongs to those who know of you
So be thankful for them
Too

—–presenting present—-

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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1 Response to Presenting present

  1. Lucy says:

    Brilliantly and evocatively written!

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