I've changed a little here and there.
There are less people I do scare.
My mom would find me on the floor
with ripped up clothes I know I tore.
While reckless thoughts went though my head.
I implemented them, no bed...
...did I go to, I stayed up late
to have mania, seal my fate...
...of crazy motions, choices too
I was so wrong my whistle blew.
And those that saw were so aware
that I was sick. The things I dare...
...to do were massive, luck was mine
because I had relations, kind...
...and not so gentle when they took
me out to pasture, world they shook...
...was mine. I needed lots of care
to bring me back to life. This tare...
...on my shirt reminds me of that.
The day I changed. The day I sat...
...and thought I about what I must loose.
The mania I could not choose.
Copyright 01-13-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
Each two liner gives a separate image and emotions like a plain talk, , good poetry Sarah, , , a 10
I havve read your poem and liked it! Thank you for inviting me to read it.
to recapitulate the different changes we undergo shows where we r this moment...
Achange is ever under revision Each moment a new life envision Normal behavior is artificiality galore Deviations from it the truth explore CP
Bi polarity is not so easy to bear Manic phase can be productive, the downside destructive But they are only extremes of normal behaviour. You can regainn control
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved the raw emotion of this poem Sarah, It's a thriller of passionate lines that drip down the page.....wonderful 10 Keep expressing Jon London