Bipolar

What is this I’ve,

found now alive,

in this field tried

I have to survive?

Lost is the even

feeling leaving

is for the healing

I am bringing.

But I haven’t yet

had all my pills

to cure me from

all that will kill.

Board it all up I

use nails drive in

the feelings I felt

here now again.

The lows do not

tear me down do

what you came I

truly see here you.

Lines and lines to

remember the way

to feel in a cloud

and trail to blaze.


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