He was sometimes so high
So high he felt he could fly
Fly in the clouds high in the sky
Like a bird untethered and free
Sometime he came crashing down
Crashing uncontrollably crashing down to earth
Faster than a peregrine falcon
Targeting its innocent prey
There were no signs, no signals
Of which way he would go
There were no indications
Which way the river would flow
There was no way of telling
Whether the tide was approaching
Or fading away in to the distance
Just one second it would take
To reconfigure the mood
To end the joy and replace with sadness
No matter how hard he tried
He couldn’t combat the trigger
He could not figure
How to suppress the feelings
Of continuous extremes
Ebbing and flowing backwards and forwards
In the dead of night populating dreams
Stoking nightmares and fantasies
Of long life and sudden death
Breathing fresh air then struggling for breath
Oh how he wished for a life
Where everything was measured
Where every second welcomed and treasured
Where the road ran smooth
No potholes to navigate
Where all around sooth
But life is too precious to be who we’re not
And just be thankful for all that we’ve got.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem describing my mood swings. As a sufferer from ADHD, sometimes I cannot explain the reason why my moods can change so quickly.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
I think this is a well written and thought out poem. Thank you for taking me on your journey and sharing with with me!
This actually felt pretty dark to me. It’s so... relatable. Like putting a feeling into words that I’ve never been able to describe before. So thank you!
Dichotomies and oxymorons challenge us in life.
Yet, your ending message keeps us focused on what is real.
Quite enjoyable to read. 🙂
Very good write. The last two lines are so very true.
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