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Me and Madness
She comes to me suddenly
I can never anticipate
only able to respond
after she’s settled awhile
She is completely unwelcome
yet I cannot send her away
To banish her,I banish myself
For she my madness
though I am not hers.
Sometimes I barely sleep
My mind, uncontrollably
Arranges words, verses
fingers stained with ink
I am merely the conduit
Other times I barely wake
Days pass, with no difference
I am clueless to what I did
Nothing tangible to remind me
I fly so high, then shatter.
She speaks in riddles
I understand her perfectly
Her words are vague, yet
clear to me, it is enough
Why can others not keep up?
It took a while to accept
the frequent visitations
I am not the madness
Yet the madness is me
I can never anticipate
only able to respond
after she’s settled awhile
She is completely unwelcome
yet I cannot send her away
To banish her,I banish myself
For she my madness
though I am not hers.
Sometimes I barely sleep
My mind, uncontrollably
Arranges words, verses
fingers stained with ink
I am merely the conduit
Other times I barely wake
Days pass, with no difference
I am clueless to what I did
Nothing tangible to remind me
I fly so high, then shatter.
She speaks in riddles
I understand her perfectly
Her words are vague, yet
clear to me, it is enough
Why can others not keep up?
It took a while to accept
the frequent visitations
I am not the madness
Yet the madness is me
Published 23rd May 2019
| Edited 7th Aug 2019
Author's Note
The intricate relationship between myself and my bipolar disorder.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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23rd May 2019 10:32pm
I get this!!
My step daughter is Bi-Polar but she doesn't spill poetry
thank You for sharing
My step daughter is Bi-Polar but she doesn't spill poetry
thank You for sharing
24th May 2019 6:23pm
you know I was thinking of my own bipolar when I read this
then I saw your note and it made perfect sense...
I wrote about my bipolar this morning
I feel it gives us a unique perspective...
great write...
love Brenda ❤
then I saw your note and it made perfect sense...
I wrote about my bipolar this morning
I feel it gives us a unique perspective...
great write...
love Brenda ❤
26th May 2019 11:13pm
I like this existential ink...for me there is no thinker behind the thought, only the thinker,,,the "I" is always extra...like saying that lightning flashes...a tautology in both instances. Bravo!!!
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
27th May 2019 2:08am
Harry,
Thank you kindly! I had to read your post a few times, and I am not sure if you mean there is or isn't tautology in the piece, but I am grateful that you took the time to comment!
Blessings, Silence
Thank you kindly! I had to read your post a few times, and I am not sure if you mean there is or isn't tautology in the piece, but I am grateful that you took the time to comment!
Blessings, Silence
30th May 2019 3:27pm
"For she my madness
Though I am not hers."
"I fly so high, then shatter."
"She speaks in riddles
I understand her perfectly"
And
"It took a while to accept
The frequent visitations"
Were my favorite parts. So, most of it.
Though I am not hers."
"I fly so high, then shatter."
"She speaks in riddles
I understand her perfectly"
And
"It took a while to accept
The frequent visitations"
Were my favorite parts. So, most of it.
