i saw a painting of a bowl of berries
and it reminded me of my life
they were all at peak;
ripe and ready and even
the ones layed round the bowl
each perfect on their individual
own
meant to be eaten that day
they were and is life
as i pick my tomatoes and
peppers
and they lay for days
past ripe and maybe
i lose them and maybe
i could dry them but
i face it
i don't know the procedures
i don't make the time
and such is this bowl of berries
right now. lately.
my self imposed times out
barely steer this ship com
pared to the beatings rendered
from parents to a boy child
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