What Goes Up Must Come Down
Fly
high
above
Consequence.
Make your great escape
on a psychedelic carpet
through humdrum clouds of mundane life,
to a state of "I don't give a damn" euphoria.
Throw caution to the wind with the plunge of a syringe and no thought of it's cleanliness.
Now,
come
crashing
back down through
a fog of regret,
to the diseased bed that awaits.
Wallow in lies and cover yourself with deception.
Tell yourself, all is well; you don't have a problem, as you reach for the needle once more.
02/23/2016
Contest: What goes up must come down
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2016
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