High

Days of thirst, hunger

No sleep

Cursing all along

But thats not all bad..

Thats the stuff

I get high on.

Molten fire is what

Runs in these veins

Creeping up the spine

About to explode

Each moment ticks

But, everything is fine

Shrieks fill the air

This is one nightmare

With no dawn

But thats not so bad

Coz thats the stuff

I get high on.

Still remember

How my face looked

That night

Pain searing through

Ripping in two

Against myself I fight

Bleed, till no more

Need till no more

Shaking, still holding on

Oh yeah,

Thats the stuff

I get high on.

Reviews

[nunldon]

I enjoyed this one; kind of tense but stiring, in an unusual way. I like the way it alters, a little see saw ish. Peace. D.N.

[Megan]

That was powerful. I've never been high before, but I could picture what you were describing in my mind. Great job!

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This is sad. I don't know how it is to be high. I think it is a scary thought for me. I liked the poem though....there is a lot of imagery within it....good job though. Thanks for sharing.