My Day

Bipolar disorder

No sleep,
no dreams,
no relief from the blade and blood.

Twice
a call to death
denied.

A swallow,
meds bitter,
awake still.

Fried brain,
pain,
body cramps, head throbs.

Anesthesiologist, IV,
Cut me open,
Wires from chest to nerve.

Slumber, nightmares,
Shades and ghouls from the past.
I am still haunted.

Reviews

[Raeven]

you captured some peoples life in just a few sentences. This is a great poem, even though it's macabre.

[B]

We create our own ghosts
and we dream them
and we live them

only a brave few
say hell to the no
i wont be scared

[Wannabewriter16]

This here explains my life and I cannot wait to see more writing from you. Please add me as a friend from me.