Manic Depression & Opium - Poem by Nicole D'Settemi
May entwine with my fears
Yet, true love will never convert me.
Riddles and Rhymes
My life- they define
Yet, sorrow may never desert me.
Consumes my life now- it must!
And, desire it does confuse me.
Sin Ridden Grief
May suck the life out of me
Until happiness, it only excludes me.
Needles and Syringes
Seem to throw me right off the hinges
And, only my mania is there to catch me.
Are able to blind all the glares
Yet, mercilessly—it seems they stretch me!
Drugs right through the vein
And, the darkness it does seduce me.
Body Shivers, Then Sweats
As I sit overwhelmed with regrets
And, still, you are there to confuse me.
Junkies Do Crawl
Out from under the wall
But, it is my face that does surprise me.
Fallen from Grace
Like a horse losing the race
And, merciless, they seem to despise me.
A Cringe and a Wince!
Following with pain-ever since
Yet, the needles they still invade me.
Ignoring my pleas and my screams
And, still, they manage to persuade me.
States of Depression
Yet, still, I try my best to ignore them.
Mind, Starts to Drift
Losing my talent, and gifts
But, still, I try my best to restore them.
Anger and Loathe
From them—I feel both
Yet, I simply won't berate them.
Torches and Flames
Strike! —As I place the blame
And, I just can't seem to escape them.
Mood Swings Invade
My life and mind, every day
So, to self-medicate will sedate me.
Opium and Depression
Will never allow my succession
And, forever it seems they'll invade me.
© 2008-2018 Manic Depression & Opium. Nicole D'Settēmi
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