Cyclothymia
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As I spiraled, free falling to the ground,
This nightmare is happening again,
Never able to leave this merry-go-round.
Another day of struggle and strife,
In a throat hold deadly dangerous grip,
I’ve lost the concept and meaning of life,
Drowned in self-pity waters I do dip.
Love can neither rescue or save me,
Falling faster than the pouring rain,
On this rafter lost on the high sea,
I know in my heart I have nothing to gain.
They say that misery adores company,
In my case, this is neither right nor true,
Wishing that I could one day see,
And live a life never feeling blue.
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The other side of me is light and free
As I'm soaring the skies like an eagle
High and jubilant, nothing escapes me
On top of the world, a ruler, regal
Who does need sleep? I don't, I'm writing
Poem after poem, and in between
I paint, play guitar, I am thriving
The most wonderful person ever seen
I am at full speed, creative high tide
No one can follow, I love you all
All that worried me I now push aside
Trying to forget about my next fall...
Why can't I have some balance, always!
Where I'm creative, and not feel bad
Where I can sleep, happiness stays
Without knowing I'll soon be sad
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Copyright © Darren White and White Wolf
Copyright © Darren White and White Wolf
April 28, 2017
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