Bipolar


Like lattice gathers I span the distance
Defying support while I bear the weight
It’s grief the chisel that carves my master piece
It’s reason the cone that broadens my vision
It’s pain the insomnia that elongates my nights while fanning anxiety
Tensing every nerve in me
A volcano waiting eruption
Any moment now…..

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2 responses to this post.

  1. NIce….really nice!

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