Low

Low on confidence,

high on the drug,

but they don’t intoxicate me,

like a warm and tight hug.

Low on loved ones,

high on the left ones,

I hear you mumble,

while I talk to myself.

Low on the ground I scramble,

high from the sky I fall,

I wish you could save me,

but there you stand, nice and tall.

Low on highs,

high on lows,

I fear this is the end,

but I’m afraid of letting go.

—Pun…

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