Bipolar Poem by Cold Teardrop
Bipolar
This is the time of the year
when I must depart,
this is the calling of the magical sphere
this is the warm beat of my heart.
This is a sickness,
this is a curse,
some call it weakness,
I call it worse.
This is the snow on the ground,
and the air in my blood,
this is a chain to which I'm bound,
draging me into the mud.
I can't escape this fate,
I shall know to understand,
This is a crystal gate,
leading to a mystical land
I shound not back from this way,
It represents a vivid controller,
its just a colorful ray,
I must get used to being Bipolar.
Great poem it has alot of feeling to it. Every one is bipolar i think.
Dear I know this sickness first hand as my daughter and grand daughter both suffer from it.It is an awful thing to deal with, but you seem to do well and have a great out look on life.Some times we have to deal with what we are handed.But there will be a better day.I deal with strokes and I have only 1 eye that works but I am thankful every day.I loved this poem.Thank you I will read the rest of them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 4:07:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I wonder what you write in your language because in English is very melodical