Highs and Lows
The first taste, a spark, a flame in my veins,
a rush of warmth that melts all the chains,
it fills every hollow, it drowns out the ache,
this fleeting escape, the thrill that I take.
For a moment, I’m weightless, like I’m finally free,
the world fades away - it’s only me.
But the high doesn’t linger, it slips through my hands,
like sand in an hourglass, no time to stand.
And then comes the drop, like a plunge into black,
no way forward, no turning back.
The euphoria’s gone, and the hollow remains,
echoing louder with whispers of shame.
I tell myself lies, promises worn,
that I’ll quit tomorrow, I’ll be reborn.
But the taste still lingers, the fire still calls,
and I stumble again, ignoring the falls.
I see the hurt in their eyes, the distance I make,
loved ones drifting like leaves in my wake.
Yet still I chase that feeling I crave,
digging my heart deeper into its grave.
For just one more high to drown out the pain,
I’d give it all up, again and again.
