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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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
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Thanks, JE.
Tue, December 29th, 2020 1:35pm
Good poem. I especially like the image of the see-saw.
Tue, December 29th, 2020 4:20pm
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Thanks, Bert.
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Mike S.
Very good and very true poem, Hull
Mon, December 28th, 2020 10:23pmAuthor
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Thanks for reading, Mike.
Tue, December 29th, 2020 1:35pm