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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
inechoingsilence
Written by inechoingsilence
Published | Edited 7th Aug 2019
Author's Note
The intricate relationship between myself and my bipolar disorder.
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