Lows & Highs

Please read it slowly and flowly, thanks.

 

 

 

 

When you say goodnight, you stand in front of your door

Apartment number three twenty-five plus one half

At the height of your stoop looking blank

Absent assumptions would normally be alright

Standing between the blankets, like turkey on rye

Low to high

To high, to high

 

Waking up makes you cry

One eye open, paranoia your sty

The sleep failed to sustain amnesia

Ending on a bizarre outside...strangely preoccupied

Battling a constantly persistent psyche grind

In the zone on the wrong side seeing my found reflection ride on by

...Ride straight past me, seeing my world rotate counter-clock wise

Stranding me at my brink as gallons of glue gets dumped onto my being as I

Try to flee and hide

A gone alibi, a drive by high

The fall to low

My drive by highs

To low, to low

 

Pints of obese soul food, hits of low

Feeling nude, sights of high

But to me their is none to feel, now this isn’t right

Having no high for this...

When people are involved every detail can crumble true sight

A pot pie with one piece cut, a high

Leaving the rest to rest… sit, or rot, the low

Leaving the rest to rest… sit, or rot, the low

Emotional lows, my sci-fi, my crying-nigh-fly

My lows and highs

Author's Note

Feelings, part of depression

Reviews

[Scottie]

One of my favorites from you, I can relate, and poetry is chicken soup for the soul.

[Scottie]

No reason for you to be depressed, but this is a great read. I can TELL how much passion and love you put into this. You know how much I like the imagery, lol, Very nice, keep it up.

[Aekmy]

I can relate to this. Depression can be very hard to deal with. I'm glad you've found a way to cope. (:

-Mary