Shaky Hands

A poem I wrote after being hospitalized and diagnosed with rapid cycling Bipolar Disorder. Part One of a series of work I wrote. Originally titled "Bipolar Chronicles Part I".

Got a knack for finding pieces
Shattered by circumstance
I fancy myself a fixer
But I've been damned
With shaking hands
They all fall to bits
They all fall to bits
It works in turn
Make me miss you
So I can't wait
Just to kiss you

Vying
And pushing
Vying
Then pushing

I'm so here today
Gone in an hour
What makes me think this way?
I've got a pill that
Makes me not feel
Why do I try to drink it
Away?

Vying
And pushing
Vying
Then pushing

I used to believe
Behind the stars
There was a guide
Then I grew up and
Stopped looking at the sky

Oh God, am I going to be like this forever?

Please don't make me be like this forever

Reviews

[Annie29]

Seems like you could even put music to this and it'd be a great song.
Wonderful job.

[Randy Scott II]

Thank you very much for taking the time to read through my work!