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I Caught Him High

I caught him high, but I was high as we passed each other with mutual dread he caught me high, but he was high smoked some of his s--- and thought I would die then he looked at me as if I were dead I caught him high, but I was high young foolish and willing to try anything to pry the nightmares from my head he caught me high, but he was high when momma’ left I wasn’t sure why the emptiness proved a tough skin to shed I caught him high, but I was high anger crept through the house like a poltergeist dislodging dreams without a word being said he caught me high, but he was high our sullen minds closed at the exact same time no questions answered only demons fed I caught him high, but I was high he caught me high, but he was high

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Date: 6/10/2018 3:25:00 PM
I like how the cadence of this poem matches with the story it tells
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Ricky Muse
Date: 6/14/2018 11:55:00 AM
Thanks for stopping by David. This poem was dipped in reality.
Date: 5/28/2018 8:32:00 AM
Disheartening and dark, yet brilliant poetry here. Some of this sounds like my past for some odd reason. Amazing and the repetition helps a lot. -JWE
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Ricky Muse
Date: 5/28/2018 8:51:00 PM
Thanks JW. Had to go deep for this poem. Thanks again.........peace!
Date: 3/25/2018 4:06:00 PM
Dark and disturbing ... great writing Richard!
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Ricky Muse
Date: 3/26/2018 11:05:00 PM
The truth usually is. Thanks Judy............peace!
Date: 3/10/2018 7:39:00 PM
interesting...
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Ricky Muse
Date: 3/11/2018 7:17:00 AM
Leanne thanks for stopping by.
Date: 2/23/2018 6:39:00 AM
The audio works now.. love your voice
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Ricky Muse
Date: 2/23/2018 6:39:00 PM
Thank you my friend. On this poem your hearing my Pinot Noir voice.
Date: 2/22/2018 10:07:00 AM
A difficult form, but you wrote it so well.. The audio did not work though... Very deep and dark poem..
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Ricky Muse
Date: 2/22/2018 6:11:00 PM
Thanks S.O. Sorry about the audio. The villanelle is both a joy and a challenge to write. Thanks again..............peace!

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