An Unforgiving Mind - medium poem
This is another vent poem. I've been struggling a lot recently with my mood swings as a result of untreated bipolar depression. My mood throughout the day is pretty much the basis of this poem. I wrote this on 5/13/2017.
Written by me, Fane Star.
Daily horror,
Unbeknownst to most,
A war within my head.
To wake gleeful is normal,
None will see the signs.
My hours at home,
Fun and free,
Feel nonexistent by noon.
Wronged by venturing out,
Leaving the peace of home.
I'll wander in a metaphorical desert,
Dry of comfort and hope.
Loneliness may overcome me,
Maybe anger will reach me first.
Before lunch I'll have lost
The stability of the morning.
Evening comes with vengeance and spite,
While the hostile moon climbs high.
A moment of stillness and silence,
Comes as I return to my oasis.
I'll leave my desert behind,
As I enter the door to home.
Rather than glee,
Numbness consumes me.
A depression will set in.
Incurable and comfortless,
All who assist are sucked in,
To become victims of my black hole.
My only treatment is isolation and rest,
Until stability returns.
Written by: Fane Star