Bipolar

Up and down I go,

Moving with the motion

Of this psychotic ride.

What is worse is that

This does not end,

It is on a continuous loop

That often gets stuck,

Either high or low.

Isn’t being bipolar lovely?

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Micro Poetry

A flurry of micro poems for today.

 

#1

A damaged flower

is an unwanted one.

 

#2

We are humans,

Not demons

Or angels.

 

#3

One pill

Equals goodbye.

 

#4

My mind descends

With each passing day.

 

#5

Be not the sheep

But the shepherd.

 

#6

With a broken wing,

The bird looks to the sun,

Knowing it can never fly again.