December Bipolar

I wrote this about my current Bipolar Depressive Episode.

Stories and poems

Love and shared coffees

Bus rides and jokes
I saw the sun glimmering 
The corners crept in
The room became smaller 
Breathing got harder and voices became more
My body became a canvas of my own doing
The blood became more and the smile slipped away in the dark
I became lost in a world of Bipolar Depression 
With a new mixture of pills of various variety of color
The line between reality and fantasy became blury
Until a line was no more 
I found comfort in creating art over my arms hidden by clothes 
My days became a mixture of pills and emotional outbursts
It was like falling asleep, slowly at first and then all together 
I was destroyed 
I was distorted 
I was redefined by darkness of late night cries
I was no more 
I became a silent void
I became nothing
I became defined by my illness 
I became my worst fear
I am a beautiful void
I am 
I am 
I am lost and captured in a glass jar labeled December Bipolar 
I am no more

 

* Personal poem I wrote the other night.

Reviews

[William Liston]

This is a pretty good poem. I like how you progressed the feel of the poem throughout. Good job!