is like being on drugs

floating high in a bubble.

Suddenly in a burstful pop

all comes crashing down,

sprinkling highs on the lows

of darkled sordid ground-

A confetti of plastic pieces

lies in snowdrifts all around,

drowning in a tearful bawling

from such vexatious falling.

Time allows the renewal

of this cycling polarity.

Only this time,

there may not be enough left

to heal all the bruises.