Richard Evans Poet Villanelle

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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David Alexander June 10, 2018 at 3:25 PM I like how the cadence of this poem matches with the story it tells Richard Evans June 14, 2018 at 11:55 AM Thanks for stopping by David. This poem was dipped in reality.

David William Breidenthal May 28, 2018 at 8:32 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 Richard Evans May 28, 2018 at 8:51 PM Thanks JW. Had to go deep for this poem. Thanks again.........peace!

Judith S March 25, 2018 at 4:06 PM Dark and disturbing ... great writing Richard! Richard Evans March 26, 2018 at 11:05 PM The truth usually is. Thanks Judy............peace!

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton March 10, 2018 at 7:39 PM interesting... Richard Evans March 11, 2018 at 7:17 AM Leanne thanks for stopping by.

Silent One February 23, 2018 at 6:39 AM The audio works now.. love your voice Richard Evans February 23, 2018 at 6:39 PM Thank you my friend. On this poem your hearing my Pinot Noir voice.

Silent One February 22, 2018 at 10:07 AM A difficult form, but you wrote it so well.. The audio did not work though... Very deep and dark poem.. Richard Evans February 22, 2018 at 6:11 PM Thanks S.O. Sorry about the audio. The villanelle is both a joy and a challenge to write. Thanks again..............peace!