Here I sit,
An empty vessel,
Like sodden dregs
In vacuous, dead
Yet in monochrome,
A flat, insipid
This stagnant soul,
To live, again.
© Sarah Drury 2017
I have manic depression or bipolar disorder. This means that my emotions and moods swing violently between depression and mania. Some days I wake up full of the joys of spring and other days its a real effort to get out of bed. This was a bad day…
This morn the sun forgot to rise,
A veiled, grey, nightmare moment,
web of ‘no I cannot do this day’ once more,
Beneath plump duvets of obscurity.
This morn the clock just laughed
A hollow, crazy cackle,
Random scattered moments painted on
A timeless time machine.
This morn Her mind just broke
Innumerable insane fragments,
Shattered, broken remnants, looming,
Grasping at insanity.
Hail! Oh hallowed Saviour
This crazy epidemic of
Life between the veils
What’s real, what’s fantasy?
Clutching, clawing, grasping
Go chill, take a pill, the sane mill,
It’s uncool, madness, such an insane
Yet grounding, rooting, back to body
Miracles of modern medics
So take it, just a pill, for total