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