In the darkness
In the darkness
Written 6/6/10
Therapy for my bipolar
My thoughts are twisted,
At times misunderstood.
Maybe my mind lingers to long
In darkness…….
Maybe it is some masochistic need
My own self torture,
That makes me think the things I do.
At times it is a Beautiful, Painful, Ecstasy
I get lost in,
Indulge in, create in.
It is the bitter sweet,
Mind fuck I play on myself
With out ever realizing.
My thoughts are twisted,
At times misunderstood.
Longing for escape,
To what, to where? I never know…..
Then it all closes in upon it’s self.
Trapped,
Lost in the emptiness that consumed me.
Looking out at a world I am not part of,
Wishing to show myself but paralyzed.
Fear stricken, why?
Why, this pain?
Every things gone from me now,
No beauty,
Nothing to create.
Every thought,
Like a razor,
Tare and strips my soul.
I am alone within my own darkness.
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