Illness verses Illness

An erlier poem about two people with mental illness attempting to establish a friendship

Illness verses Illness

 

Within the fields of poetry we embraced vibrations in harmony

We read between the lines that defined who we were

We searched and discovered links others didn't see

And so began a friendship of light footsteps treading gently

 

Though it was not to be

 

You whispered in my ear the secrets we now share

Our souls touched gently like fingers linking cautiously

And we made promises that linked us for eternity

With terms of endearment spoken quietly and sincerely

 

Though what was to be we couldn't see

 

We had magic moments that wrapped us in temperate glow

Melting ice from around hearts allowing love to flow free

Sitting quietly holding hands under the stars in a cyber field

Mesmerized by the rustle of fallen leaves beneath a cyber tree

 

Perhaps we were not meant to see what was to be

 

Bipolar verses extreme depression and anxiety in silence

Winds of confusion erupting with a force so crushing

Two monsters rushing at each clashing fiercely unintended

With torn and tattered souls seeping sadness when it ended

 

Would you have preferred it not to have been

 

I spill tears as I pen this verse at the cost to us emotionally

The heavy weight of such a deep loss carried despairingly

Fills the mind and spills into the heart and soul in endless cycle

Silent screams reverberate in the vacuum of a mental chamber

 

Why did we meet if not meant to be

 

Why do I shed tears at what was not meant to be

Why do I hear an accent in my ears so melodiously

Why part of me wilting like a flower, is denied the sun

I can't accept this is the fruit from the seeds we had sown

There is a level of friendship I would wish to be

 

I offer you my apology