5 High, poetry written by Sharona Reeves at Spillwords.com

5 High

5 High

written by: Sharona Reeves

 

That’s me in the corner; pumped and prepared; pulse throbbing; no feelings
to spare.
This side of me is broken and raw, unethical, ready to brawl.
Steady paced, walking straight; angst faced.
Watch as these words turn into action.
There’s no need for grace.
I have no time for the faction.
Can’t tell? Read my face.
I’ve read yours.
Full of pride, yet your eyes advise you’re empty inside.
Your world is what you will, just as you are what you eat.
Roll with your crew as I enjoy this solo ride.
These are my grounds; no games played.
I suggest you chill; have a seat.
Be real; if not, meet the reaper.
Nothing fake is worth my keep.
5 high, by myself, I will stand and not cry.
All is left are some memories.
At the end of the day, memories fade, then we die.

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