High

- aftermath of getting too involved in a book : No Way To Say Goodbye by Anna McPartlin.

#HIGH

Is this what it is to get high?
Tell me love, how that comes by.

I lived in a day.

A woman's pain and gain
I saw all her sorrows and stains,
As a man, an addict
Thinking *high* never had a limit,
Children seeing that love
Will not or ever last,
That death would claim it
Or it would come to pass.

An alcoholic, a junkie,
A victim of rape.

I'm on a high of my own terrain.

On a smell, a rustle that took me away
Away from another night alone in the rain,
You gave me my escape love,
You gave me my escape.
But like the story,
Are we too eventually to fade?
If we do, I hope we relight another night,
A bed, a whiskey bottle, soft songs to sing.

Maybe another time and another day,
For I know from your smoke, we are on different ways .

Tense Past Tense

There is silence
And there is tolerance,
There is patience
And a past that is tense;

Rattling, clanging,
Shaking and quaking,
Behind the doors
Shut forever and more;

The ghosts are flying,
Pulling and quivering,
For the taste of blood - screaming,
For the great release - teeming;

It can stay there
Where one pretends nonexistence,
It can stay there
Where one thinks far from the fence;

Things no one knows the truth of,
Things that will die with you,
Things that one wonders about,
Things one wishes were never true.