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BPhoenix Poetry
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"A Bipolar World"
- by Paul Millard
Where in the rapid descent of time
did I gain this fragile state of mind? That keeps me up so late at night and dreams the dreams that cause me fright! Is it the sins of the father levied against me now? And cautions me not to ask the who, the when, the how. Or is it for my own sins that the price runs so deep? While I lay here trampled under by the world's feet. Like the Phoenix I try to rise from the dust only to get weighed under life from dawn to dusk. As the "Normal" people forget that I am alive, They know not nor care if I'm lost or if I've died. So a new world I create unto myself filled with people like me put up on a shelf. Together we live in a life that is our own, on a make believe planet we built our home. In a Bipolar world I lost my frame of mind, Where all the "Normal" people have forgotten how to be kind It cuts like a knife their lack of compassion, but I will not respond in similar fashion. I'll continue to hurt to the core of my soul, and let the blood drops heal what no one can console. My guardian Angels are with me to the end, they are more than just my Angels, they are my friends.
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