proverb of dream

the unbelievable

scream

of the night becoming dawn

or another rate

of coming fire we have gathered for

and that is all the preparation

that we are required because off we go

on the way or at least in a

road of getting there as the

brightness we always feared is getting

here faster than we can escape it

I saw that collected street light

Starburst of stolen travel

both I and my watch saw this coming

my doll,

but I looked for you

and I never went to the phone

half heartedly

when I replied to you I just knew

that life was too short to not

tell you the truth

I would sooner disown the sun

than leave you

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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