Four Little Words

my emotions are high,
they are far from the sky,
they are where the people rest when they die,
the reservoir of happiness that i draw from has run dry,

people are thinking i am high,
they are saying that my thoughts are in the sky,
there are things inside of me that must die,
there are words that cannot get written for their ideas have gone dry,

i want to go somewhere high,
a place that touches my sky,
a place that if i jump i can die,
a place that is always wet and never dry,

i wish my self-esteem was high,
i would talk to them like i do to an open sky,
i would tell them i wish they'd never die,
speak until my mouth goes dry,

my emotions have depleted in height,
i will wait for the sun to pass over more skies
before i let my words go to rest with the dead,
i will prepare myself for my next drought.

                  -FeathersOnFish