Lunatic High
21st Century
High desperation, sinking to despair---
Sitting in a four walled room
Recognizing the conceit early on---
Despoil all things held dear;
The reasons why, cannot be conceived---
They mourn what has been done,
Anyone could have seen it coming---
What has been done had to be---
Cannot rue, what was done to you;
All unsuspecting and careless,
Bodies fell like feathers afloat---
Every last emotion destroyed---
Finally can rest, the walls have left;
Gray clouds leaving the mind
Turn to white as they reach the sky;
Do detest what there is to repent---
That's how you describe, the lunatic high.
DayPoems Poem No. 2760
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2760.html">Lunatic High by Richard Thomas Cummings</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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