The High Poem by brittany nicole jones

Assurance flees the mind
As calmness of the high seems to ease the silent cries
Close your eyes
Sacrifice, is nothing if you don’t die a little inside
It consumes like a meditation
Reacts like a recreation
Numbing the sensation of any feeling or emotion
Holding back all assumptions
Promised the promotions of life
Complete lies
Like stepping in and out of time
We’ve lost the moments
But conscious of atonements
Seeking lost components of shattered memories of the past
For how long will it last?
They’re forgotten, not rotten
Running towards the future
By then we would have differed our ways
By words of praise