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An attempt at capturing my mental illness in writing.


B.I.P.O.L.A.R. (Because It's Painful: On Loving A Rosethorn)

a gaze - the lone heart deathly throbbed
amazed, I of my breath was robbed
it took me by surprise

the dawn of my demise

darkness, light, to both I pledge
my love, to always tread the ledge
and kill the inbetween

with tenderness so mean

it's quite a strain, to say the least
and saying more could wake the beast
that lives within my veins

he knows my hopes and pains

a second surge of manic stress
a second's work - my life's a mess
I haven't slept in weeks

the havoc that it wreaks!

I paint a rock in crystal pink
and rock the paint as ripples sink
this medicine I crave

it levels out the wave

I'm looking out an open door
it leads to where I lived before
but where I must not go

I wish it were not so

but if it were not so

my life would not be mine to lead
to cherish, mourn, relive and bleed




Bunden vers av Mattias Hammarström
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Publicerad 2017-02-01 01:30



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