High

And I’m balling

I’m falling

Away into the sounds and clouds

To the mesh of colours

That push me this way and that

Laughing with me, at me

Me too, I’m laughing

Though I’m not sure what’s funny

Ready for the day I’m going to be born again

I’ll keep tripping over till I get that

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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