Biploar mind

Short circuits running through my brain

Waves that crash and come back again

The clay of thought folding in on itself

A place of pain coming off the shelf

Defeat and horror

The taste of blood

Casualties of war

Your memories flood

The screams and tearing of inner walls

And whispers of loss desperately calls

I want to be free of the torment within

I open my eyes…my day begins

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