the best days

the best days that we ever have and know
are just so many heartbeats in a span

we have to form a story from such things
as are to hand within our daily dance

a thousand different ways i could have said
the things that now lie choked amid the weeds

and you, a steeple, torn from off a roof
aren’t meant to point the way you’re pointed now

the best days are a tangle on a bed
and laughter so ridiculous it hurts

but you must feel the hot earth on your feet
and give away the things you never had

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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