Okay, the not so exciting part of Bipolar Disorder is that nagging feeling of depression. The downside of the pole. The dark cloud. You get my point. And because I’ve been dealing with it’s annoying existence, you get to hear about it. Haha. On that note, here is a poem I wrote describing my current state of mind, and how I feel stuck, but want to be free from it. Enjoy.
Cut me up with that serrated tone,
Surviving multiple tricks and tangles
to leave a fragile core un-mangled.
Swallow me whole then spit me out,
I feel that destructive appetite
then savor that insatiable afterlight.
Take me in before it gets too cold
in my pretentious cell, so ripe.
The gradient dream is impossibly bright.
Drink me and my liquid darkness,
Saturated deflation once in vain.
Desire to evolve never the same.
Cradle me with a protective whisper.
Convince my thoughts to fade away.
Compulsive existence plays the break of day.