Cloud 9

Cloud 9

is a dangerous place.

Once you get up,

you don’t want to come down.

You keep chasing after that first high,

that thrill and adrenaline,

of doing something “bad”.

Looking down,

I see my friends, my family.

With no string attached,

no one can pull me down.

Some hate my new home,

while others join the fun.

Scolded for the choices I make,

I keep to myself, telling no one.

A racing heart while I

                                    sink,

into the couch.

Is what keeps me breathing.

I feel my body float away,

as I sit completely still.

Tingling limbs and a wavy head,

this is my happy.

This is my high.

But why should I be criticized?

Anyone who says they’ve never been high,

is lying.

We all have different highs.

Some might ingest it,

others may gain it from their environment.

But we all have something.

That one addiction.

That one thing we never pass up.

 

So why am I wrong,

for getting my high?

My happy?

Reviews

[Octi]

Very well written and so honestly true. My friends and I have never gotten high by medical standards, but there are other things which cause us to act like it. I liked the piece.