Unstable Poem by Kim Schilling

Treading delicately on a scale,
a life with no balance;
controlled by chemistry,
only to be betrayed inside,
for I sway and tip regardless.

Internal voices,
a jackhammer chipping away
what little sanity is left;
pounding, pounding, pounding,
boring holes into my psyche.

Never stopping to rest,
my sensations run untamed
like an unpruned tree,
reaching in all directions;
bending and breaking with ease.

Yet it all builds,
anger and rage running hot;
erupting like a volcano,
leaving desolation in its wake
until I sleep once more.

Into depression I fall,
an abyss swallowing me;
darkness consumes me,
and I long for death.
Bi-polar has me again.


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