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Winter 2009
Bipolar

 

When sad, I don’t cry

When happy, I don’t smile

When guilt flourishes, innocence die

 

Where love is coined with hate

Destiny becomes delusional fate

 

When hungry, I don’t eat

 For life is bitter sweet

 

When thirsty, I don’t drink

When I dive, I don’t sink

When my eyes shut, I blink

 

When tired, I don’t sleep

What I plant, I don’t reap

 

I sow flower seed

But thorn tends to bloom

Life is hard I concede

As bright turns into gloom

 

When I close my eyes

I am awakened by dreams

I take no break till rise

From the subconscious screams

 

I loathe sleeping, for wake is next

Like hard work that trails rest

For worst remains the shadow of best

 

I need time off from the break
Take a nap while awake

To heal my chronic ache

For love is coined with hate