Thursday, December 27, 2018

Bipolar by Anonymous



I am a Ferrari
running on a full tank
and the fuel
of a thousand
spaceships
I am shining
inviting
charming
people gather around
circle me
like venus to the sun
like moths to their
awaiting death -
electric bulb
glowing bright as
my mind
I am wanted
so i must be loved
I must be cared for
by someone out there
maybe the guy on night one
or night two, or night three
names forgotten
too caught up
in the moment
to stop. and ask
words tumbling out
river of thoughts
so important
so wonderful
ididntknowihadthisinme
i think i have
lostmymind
ok slow down
deep breaths
one clap
two clap
three clap
four
four clap
i clap
you clap
none
I have short circuited
dark and shriveled
sleep
eat
pee
dont go out:
cant bear the sight
of people
or maybe they
cant bear the sight
of me
no energy to live
but none to die
did i ever
not
feel this way?
the days of light
and bright
that unmistakable
manic glow
seem far away
as far as the venus
to the sun
i think i have
Lost
My
Mind.

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