I’M HIGH

 

I’m high but not on the high way 

my mind befuddled with uncertainties 

heart skips at the littlest sound 

I am an end product of catastrophe 

no guts no glory I reek 

a being hallucinating his dreams 

clutching on to hopeless hope 

I am my own downfall 

I’m high at the edge of oblivion 

an insignia of grief well marked in my palm 

an ember of shame burning in my pupil 

my world is an engulfing inferno 

my mind is traveling incognito 

crisscrossed like the walks of a secretary bird 

my wings harbors no flight like the penguins 

only wishful thoughts of soaring in the skies 

I’m high but not on the sea 

the littlest ripple rocks my ship to capsizing 

even my helm has no more control 

I am a ticking bomb 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

6:13pm

4 feb 2025