Compos mentis/Unhinged

The highs and lows.

Compos mentis.
The past is but a reflection.
How could somebody retreat so far under?
Joy bountiful amidst the clouds.
The rising sun perched upon the mountain's peak.
No shadows with silver linings:
Only effervescent light.

Stilts that once lifted me up,
Crumble under my weight; bend and snap.
Cascade down into a spiral.
Been here before, I've plunged to the bottom.
How does one prepare their limbs for decline when the resulting impact is what my mind defaults to?
The present is but a refraction.
Unhinged.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of mood swings, maybe bipolar disorder. Liked the brevity and spare delivery; gave greater impact than wordiness might have. Also good use of imagery, which enhanced the effect of the mood swing for the reader. Good work.

[D.]

Thanks for your kind words. I appreciate that you liked it so much.