Crumbling within
My countenance fades
Wonton despair evokes potent sadness
Sorrow holds my hand
In a breath, I feast on elation
Exuberance mounts and
Trickles down the wall
Electricity fires through blistered veins
Bliss enchants
Serendipitous highs
Forlorn lows
Errant abduction of the mind
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: About life with Bipolar.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Neat description of what living with bipolar must be like.
A brief but impressive account.
Thank you so much for your generous comments!
This poem vacillates between extremes from highs to lows and gives the reader a sense of the bipolar world. Nicely done
Thank you so very much for your generous comments!
You are most welcome
You sum up the condition perfectly, the highs can be high, and the lows can be low.
Maybe magnified ten times more than the average person.
My father was bipolar, and your words truly capture the state of mind of the person living with this disorder. Well done!
Thank you again Bella for your kind, reassuring words. It is a terrible illness for us and the ones we love.
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