3:44 AM 11/27/2020

We are colored under the spirit
Not everyone is safe under the rain
We shine from the light like a heavy game
So bright that the Evenings are hard and
Dried up.

We create great electronic thoughts in the eyes of God
We are colored under the spirit
I caught a black dog in the smoke.

Jealousy is dead-
Hope for the afterlife
A hell’s optimist.

I can not understand
An empty promise.

-Jesse Haydn

Published by Jesse Haydn Poetry

The written word is life. I am the proverbial poet-at-heart.

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