by Arcassin Burnham


I try to make sense of it all,

keeps slipping through my fingers,

watch the barriers I created just fall,

emotions in the air as it lingers,

it's too late if you read this,

But this time while this high keeps
me down to earth,
I shall prevail,
I shall succeed,
in,

Getting rid of this anxiety,

take me lord I belong to you now,

I'm distant from my memories,

but I'm glad I'm high now.