High // poem

Wild eyes and thrumming heart

Sounds like romance or alluring art

I smell smoke on their blatant lies

How can I help but roll my eyes?

Not my place. I cannot judge

I'm leaving soon but I can't budge

It nags the corners of mind

Like moulding matter I cannot find

I put my faith in them 

Four years together like a sewn skirt hem

But they pick each sewing thread apart

As if it does not hurt my heart

I feel disgusted; their indifference!

Justification - it's just plain ignorance

Searching for the next kind of high

Not bothered by those left behind

I hold the hands of those kicked out

At risk of their incriminating doubt

But I will stand for what I believe in

Regardless of what life has been

They bring their bottles to their lips

Its all I can do to not be sick

To watch them waste our years away

As if they cannot hear the things I say

Remember blackened lungs cannot cry out

It does not matter how loud you shout

The actions of your past catch up to you

Consequences always do

I know that I must rise above it

It's difficult I must admit

Watching those I've strived to protect

So simply and easily forget

Tap. tap. tap. Each footstep further away

Sounds grow distant I know I can't stay

A new path laid out right before me

I say goodbye to those who couldn't see

I will never turn back. Not now. Not ever

Because no matter what, I will remember

The way I reached up for the sky

While they found ways of getting high.

// Jeani