High Below

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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High Below

I want the highs

but they cannot be found,

instead by the lows

I am hurled to the ground.

I want to smile

but my eyes fill with tears;

too many upsets

have gathered through years.

There’s no sign of sunlight,

the sky a steel grey,

and all my anxieties

come out to play.

There is no ‘manic’,

my upturn has fled

and so much depression

has positivity bled.

The see-saw is stuck

and it’s leaving me down,

like that sad figure -

a ridiculous clown.

Give me a lift

up high in the sky;

destroy the shackles

and allow me to fly.

Submitted: December 28, 2020

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Mike S.

Very good and very true poem, Hull

Mon, December 28th, 2020 10:23pm


Thanks for reading, Mike.

Tue, December 29th, 2020 1:35pm

D. Thurmond aka JEF

I shall lift you up --- unshackled from stone --- By simply saying --- "What a great poem! --- So have a great day!

Tue, December 29th, 2020 1:18am


Thanks, JE.

Tue, December 29th, 2020 1:35pm

Bert Broomberg

Good poem. I especially like the image of the see-saw.

Tue, December 29th, 2020 4:20pm


Thanks, Bert.

Tue, December 29th, 2020 1:34pm

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