Bloody Bipolar

Bloody Bipolar
Form: Spanish Sestet

Upon the ground my broken dreams
Are scattered like shards of glass;
As dull as old unpolished brass.
The tears that flow in watered streams
As thoughts of joy now sail away
To where my mental demons play.
I hear the birds that sing outside,
I watch them fly across the blue,
Then turn around away from you,
Inside my mind it's time to hide,
Forget the dreams of running free
I'm losing touch with sanity.
From birth to death my mind breaks down
No ready cure or easy fix
Constantly thoughts twist in helix
To drag me down to where I drown
Alone, in pools of crying tears
Beneath the sound of silent fears


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