My Words

Posted: August 9, 2012 in Bipolar, poetry
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The Purge

Fecund mind wishes to be void

It is rife with sense and nonsense

Requires escape into nothingness

Not death, just nothing

Death craves attention, same as life

Mind will not oblige death or life

Not right now, perhaps later

Fall into a pool of tranquil solitude

Mania must be discharged, purged

Oh, how she plagues!

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