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
Written by inechoingsilence
Author's Note
The intricate relationship between myself and my bipolar disorder.
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