Cliffs, Cars, And Sanity Pills Poem by Chris Haifley

Cliffs, Cars, And Sanity Pills



The absence is stinging
Waiting for the low rumble of hope
Not knowing if you’re here, where you are (Can you see me? Hear me?) , if you’re there
The nights that used to plague you are becoming a dear friend
You’re not the only one who aches for dusk
Where the sun can finally be put to rest and the only thing is left is You
You, darling You
So the emotions splay out, and the thoughts start rolling
What if, what if?
(What if?)
And another soul becomes restless on your night

It’s not easy being crazy
It’s a pretty unpretentious fact
Who would want to know their pain is coming from a miscommunication in the brain?
This is all too real, but it shouldn’t be! It can’t be. Maybe if I just
Take one more—it won’t hurt
All it can do is make things better
Yet I can’t help but think they’re the cause for it
There you go again, take something for that
You need it
All they can do is help
Right?

The thoughts burn their way into you
Cover it up, cover it up
And you do, better than I’ve seen anyone cover it up before
(Must be at the peak)
And it scares me silly,
Because everyone knows what comes up must come down
(Better take something for that)
But there is no pill in the world that can make you defy gravity

I have never lost a friend before, but I was always prepared
Prepared, but never expecting
And there you are, swaying on the edge of the cliff
The terrible sight of it finally sinks in
And I wish I never had put up with this
But then I would never have seen (You)

You come down

Here we go again, climbing back up that peak
Together this time, for now I’ve learned never to let you stray
Let’s stand on the edge, and feel the wind on our back
Earthy forces pulling us down, they have no effect on what we feel
On what’s not destroying us,
Only we hold each other’s tethers, and we will never let go
(Just promise me that)

When the time expires, we slowly descend,
Me, guiding you to level ground,
The blood running down my legs the only thing keeping me rational.
…But mutilation like this is insane,
And only until watching you and your equally insane acts did I realize it
So let’s start over
Wipe the slate and the wounds clean
Let’s take what we need and never go to the peak again,

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