My Musings   Bi-Polar 02/09/2006
When I read this poem on Poetry night I was very surprised at how many people, especially women, identified with it.

 

Time passes
Ensnared in a quagmire of lethargy
Imprisoned in my angst
Melancholic, apathetic
An insidious condition
Depressed, despondent
Steadfast in my submission
Dwelling on the verge
Of self obliteration
Sickness spawning
A chasm yawning
In my soul
My eyes closed
My body lifeless
My mind senseless
My indifference is my sickness
Sleepy, ever so weary
Away I creep
Curl up and sleep
Passionless
Listless
Emotionless

Time Passes

Awake, I feel alive
So much to do
Places to be
People to see
Must go
Must run
Must get things done
Feeling ever so conscious
Everything wondrous
Vision crystal clear
Happy, elated
Must journey
No fear
Adventures abound
In the world’s a playground
Must Create
So much energy
Sleepless
Restless
Reckless

Time passes
Away I creep
Curl up and sleep

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