In a place with no purpose…
Yet fall victim to my own superstition
My own ways
Paying for something so free, God knows this is not the way
My voice becomes their caregiver
But for what do I care to give her
If I am not a care giver…
Seeing my way the through these exits
I trap myself in their abyss
The lust within me devours them whole
An evil game we play where I always come out on top
No favorites, but I favor it
Don’t savor it but should I save her if…
Overthinking
No need to save her if I don’t savor it
Robbing the mentality of those who plan to savor it
A heart of choice I choose to have
Only to those who can see past my inner desires, my inner gifts
Given to those who want it
Borrow maybe
But May be on after April, but June doesn’t like to wait
These guidelines I follow with no hesitation
Knowing one day it will be my fate
About the Creator
ABJ
Writer/Poet
Instagram: @abjthepoet
“The reality of writing is what you dream it to be”
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders6 days ago in Fiction
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