Can anyone ever hope
to explain or derive truly
the biophysical nature of me
orbiting these twin poles
A classical three body problem
whose physics still eludes
whose attraction so exudes
like some wicked alchemy
Converting my calm days
into such maniacal ways
only to be met
by the ragged jagged precipice
Like some ever doomy
ever gloomy pendulum
unable to meet equilibrium
to find some balance
As I forever whirl
forever twirl
like some chipped teacup
in search of a tempest
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Author:
Libellule (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2025 09:43
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Comments2
So poetic the description of vacillating moods in a bipolar mind. All put to good rhyme and contained to limited stanzas. Well done
I can understand. I'm affected by an autism spectrum disorder .(funny spectre ! ) .Over time I've come to see it as a gift !
Be sure you've a gift !
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