BipolarA Poem by Mike
Today I am standing over the world like God himself and tomorrow I will be on my knees pleading to him to end it.
But today I say, will last forever because this is the me that can fly
This me, that is not afraid of the world his only obstacle is his own indestructible body. This me, that can change the world and the minds of those who live in it, he can do anything Today he will write a book and learn sign language and finally call the friends another me shut out. This me, this is the real me, I know I'm him because I wish to be God I wish to be. but like turning off the lights he ends immediately and this new me now needs sleep. He stays up at night and softly cries into a pillow of thrown away dreams, a lost reality. He breaks down, piece by worthless piece a bit more with each sip of a burning glass, Do not be fooled however, because this is not what he wants, believe me he tries He tries over an eternity to shed these chains Shackles of lost motivation and God he's so tired He can't finish this The sun begins to rise like we know it will, and I have to clean up the mess we've made in our hurricane. © 2017 MikeAuthor's Note
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Added on August 8, 2017Last Updated on August 8, 2017 |