groan

As of the dawn which

Plays open the day

Expectations are not the best

Death and despair will do that

The mood is bleak

and nothing brings the same place

back into the glow anymore

it is impossible to find joy

when your soul’s flowers have

been stepped on once again

the cold glass of water

is there to survive

not to thrive

but life is like that

and nobody chooses the

surprise tests you are given

any more than you

get to choose the skin you are in

and a walk in the forest

is just a place to escape to

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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