Sonnet 296.53 – Bipolar 1 Disorder

Sonnet 296.53   It was the slightest trace of consciousness Adrift and passing without identity. Not yet a thought.  Not mine.  Only a wisp Of being still breathing inside me, Filling the shallow edges of my lungs With the cool and quiet morning air Rhythmically sliding over my parched tongue Which has just made me […]

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Sonnet 296.89 – Bipolar II Disorder

          Sonnet 296.89   Your one small request is asking too much For one who’s spent so much time out of light So rarely feeling the warmth of God’s touch Now at last alive and knowing I’m right. For once let yourself step into my shoes And sense how sure and […]

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Sonnet 296.89 – Bipolar II Disorder

  Sonnet 296.89   I don’t want to die, but I could care less If I did.  Neither do I want to live To see another morning of chaos On this greedy globe with nothing to give To all who see the world for what it is, A poisoned prison.  A purgatory For those like […]

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