Pink Pixie

Rookie (April 1973 / England)

Trapped - Poem by Pink Pixie

As the sun creeps up into the morning skies,
I wonder if today will be filled with lows or highs.
Yesterday was so dark, gloomy, and so very sad,
Probably one of the worst I think I've ever had.
I was very careful not to let my feelings show,
Could anyone even help me if they were to somehow know?
So once again I swallow down the giant lump in my throat,
Hiding my trembling body underneath a big winter coat.
Stealing a few desperate moments here and there,
To spill the occasional overflowing tear.
The smile that is placed upon my face,
Silences the heart as it begins to race.
Images begin to blur and then soon to fade,
I scream and scream but no sound is made.
It has a hold-so strong and so painfully tight,
Directing each move from morning into night.
Throwing out words without thought or much care,
Present in the physical sense, but not really ever there.
I desperately struggle from within to be heard-to get out,
I scream and scream, I yell and shout,
Soon the reality that is my daily existence becomes all too painfully clear,
There is no way out, no escape. I am forever trapped deep inside here.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a journal entry that chronicles my daily struggle with Bipolar Disorder

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 23, 2012


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