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Poem Details
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| Title: | Bipolar |
| Author: | mary |
| Date Submitted: | 1/14/2008 |
| Email: | vmvavrvy@yahoo.com |
| Poem: |
Here it is, nightfall has come again The bane of existence as of late All night I sit or lay in consternation My mind racing as a horse on a track The voices in my head scream at me Vying for the front seat in my brain My cells gasping for breath in my being Turning colors on an unequal scale This is half of what it means to be bipolar In a world that just doesn’t understand The break in the race of humankind Seeking an end to an end to an end Mood swings up and then down In an uneven pattern of dismal quality What it must be like to be insane In a world that seeks only reason Psychosis in a model of prejudice Wanderings about in total oblivion Happy talking in an inevitable stream Ending in a silence of sad pertain... |