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Poem Details
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| Title: | Those with Bipolar |
| Author: | mary |
| Date Submitted: | 1/14/2008 |
| Email: | vmvavrvy@yahoo.com |
| Poem: |
I don’t know what has become of me Tears are just falling from my eyes They come from a well deep in my soul A profound sadness of infinite darkness A knife pierces my heart, my spirit Slicing with abandon, without thinking It is with great heaving of my essence That I am even able to cope at all I think that bipolar people are born With a subservience of intense valor That holds their being in a cup of Grace Keeping their souls outside of death Gasping out in cries of sheer emotion As they flee from one world to the next Wretched yet in an unbroken state They conquer their own undying strength They sink down almost to oblivion Then rise again in daunting spirit Their scarred souls building a wall That warrants speaking to the world... |