Bipolar Bear

A Poem by RoxyMonoxide

An extended metaphorical poem which considering the precarious position of polar bears and people with a diagnosis of bipolar affective disorder. Also a commentary on the depleation of our NHS.

As a bipolar bear
Trudge familiar snow
As it subsides I scare
Have fewer places to go

My cubs are in peril
When melt waters flow
They are born double
Yet one cannot grow

As a bipolar bear
My surroundings are threat
Rely on charity for care
Which is cause for regret

Ice cracks to sheets
Surroundings unstable
My needs at not met
From grave back to cradle

As a bipolar bear
My kind is in danger
Many are aware
Yet assistance seems favour

Documentaries made
Highlighting our plight
Dazzling the shade
Dismissed overnight

As a bipolar bear
Can’t understand reasons
Why others don't care
For fluctuating seasons

Isolation takes hold
When my type neglected
My problems manifold
As health disrespected

But as a bipolar bear
I know all to well
The heights that are rare
And the depths that are hell