the filth

the ache

the hurry

the hate

everyone goes out

into the world and experiences

common curses in society

but only a few

can dance through this forest anymore

and losing your way in life

is as common as a stubbed toe

what you do with

your own pain

is your own business

yet the strong get used to dying

and all the rest

who take advantage and conniving schemes

will make their way

without as much struggle

or as much sweat on the brow

I would rather bleed emotion

and hurt in my own skeleton

than bow to any

direction where the gold piles rule

and my own thoughts will

be the inspiration I concocted

as the final heart beat drops


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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