Vicious Cycle Poem by Salimah Davis

I hate when he does this to me, mixing my emotions together like some kind of gumbo soup, mixing things that shouldn't match, my lows…my highs…
But… when we're up we're so high we can see the universe. One hit from him shoots up my veins driving my mind into a period of euphoria
And yet when I crash, I crash alone into the depths of the earth yearning for a single hand, a glance…a word
….and if not a word, a letter, a symbol..a sign?
A sign?
A sign! A signal! A wave, a wave of relief of happiness, of satisfaction
Satisfaction mixed in with hope and joy..joy joy I could jump for joy and be so high! ...
…..top of the universe…euphoria-aahhhhhhhhh
Before I know it I'm back in the ground, stuck..only waiting watching..for the cycle to start again..