Assurance flees the mind <br />As calmness of the high seems to ease the silent cries <br />Close your eyes <br />Sacrifice, is nothing if you don’t die a little inside <br />It consumes like a meditation <br />Reacts like a recreation <br />Numbing the sensation of any feeling or emotion <br />Holding back all assumptions <br />Promised the promotions of life <br />Complete lies <br />Like stepping in and out of time <br />We’ve lost the moments <br />But conscious of atonements <br />Seeking lost components of shattered memories of the past <br />For how long will it last? <br />They’re forgotten, not rotten <br />Running towards the future <br />By then we would have differed our ways <br />By words of praise<br /><br />brittany nicole jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-high-2/
