Moments In Time: Bipolar Breakdown Poem, by maddhatter, at My poetic side

I’m being choked by the words that I know eventually must come out

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Breathless

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I drown in my darkest despairs

I can’t think.

I can’t talk.

But I can hit.

I can punch.

And I can slap pretty hard too.

I’ll let my hands do the talking

I give them the pleasure of doing what his wish they could.

Rounding up, repetitive whacks to the face

I feel nothing

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So I continue with the blows until I do.

The ringing of rage pierces my ears

Hate lingers in their canals, whispering sweet songs of sorrow

My hands gently glide through my gnarled strands of hair

Each finger trembling,

caressing my bumped and bruised scalp

“How can someone make me hate me so much?”

Comments +

Frank Prem April 13th, 2017 00:53
Big question hatter. Good luck with finding answers.
down the rabbithole April 13th, 2017 03:33
Raw, I felt your pain and confusion
maddhatter April 13th, 2017 22:29
Thank you so much guys for taking the time to read

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