High

 High

What do you think of when your high on nothing at all?

Nothing but the thoughts that swirl around,
When the moon comes up, and the sun dips down,
What becomes clear in the tangle of lies,
That can be disguised in the day, but not in the night; 

Because fraud is so easy when you can think straight, 
But when your brain is high on the darkness around,
What thoughts ring out so very loud?

So loud you cannot wish them away,
Especially not with your weary brain;

When the questions get loud and the what ifs get scary,
What is a fact that is so blaringly apparent,
A fact that seems to be so simple and so right, 
When it is so very late at night. 

A fact that overpowers the worst of your thoughts, 
And comforts you to finally get rest, 
And get off the high,
Of the night and the moon up in the sky,
So I will ask you for a final time; 

What do you think of when your high on nothing at all?

And not the things that you know aren't true, 
But the thing that you know is, but just can't admit,
Except when the night pulls you in.


        - Miranda L.


  Original creation date - July 28th 2024

Comments

  1. The first poem I ever wrote, well not fully true, but the first one that wasn't so cringe that I deleted it. I do regret deleting my first ever few, because it would be nice to go back and see how I have improved, but at least I have this one. Even though it's pretty old (in comparison, in actuality it's not even quite a year old), it is still one of my favorites. For the original creation date, that is just the date the original document I made it on was created, and for some of my poems they were edited or finished at a later date, but that is just the date I originally started working on it. I'll try to comment my thoughts on the poem for most of what I post, although again, I'm a pretty forgetful person. I'm going to try to post once a day a new poem at least until I get through my backlog, because once I'm done with my backlog I can't really guarantee when I will write, because if I try to force myself to write a new poem every day, I probably won't be proud of what I create since my best work comes when I'm inspired by something, someone, or some feeling to write. Anyways, see ya!

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