Slowly slipping
Into the abyss
Ink black darkness
Surrounds like a cloak.
Looking up
Seeing shimmering light
Going up
Towards it
But failing
Trapped forever.
A gaping hole
All matter, all scarlet
On the outside
Instead of
Where it belongs.
All that remains
Is an empty shell.
Bearing it’s claws
Fight or flight
On the attack
No end in sight
From deep within
No consceince, all sin
How can this be
Is this really me?
Hollowness
Devoid of sense
Useless
Vacant
Lacking reality
Mania brings this in it’s aftermath
See the destruction
Feel the pain
The everlasting sense
Of hopelessness
As it always comes
Back to haunt you
Nothing can stop it entirely
It will never go away.
Rapid cycle
Way up high
Spinning like a tornado
Out of control
Devastating everything
Without conscience
The winds dissipate
Showing a catastrophe
Then the tears come
Drowning the broken bits
Exhaustion sets in
And there is calm
But then the clouds roll in
And so it begins
All over again.
Body freshly cut
Scarlet, it seeps from the wound
Liquid sign of life.
I have writer’s block….I feel as if all my creativity has been sucked out of my soul….I have heard of this happening when one gets levelled out. I think it’s terrible, I can’t express myself, I feel “flat”. If anyone reads this blog, I apologize, though I am working on some new verse, so if you do read this, check back soon to see some new posts.
At ease
Carefree
Glowing
Delighted by the turn
My life has taken
Levelness has put me
In high spirits
I feel composed
Accepting of my illness
And of who I am now
Gratitude
For the way I feel
Fulfilled
By my desire
To feel level
And I am
For now.
I am not empty and hollow
I am bursting with happiness
Every day when I awaken.
My meds have vindicated me
They keep the mania away
I never thought life could be this way
I am eternally grateful
For this feeling of peace.
Mentally free from
Pain and distress
Cheerful even
Even tempered
I feel not ashamed
A prisoner no more
And I only have kindness
To give to others
It’s not all about me