A Bipolar Mind

The full moon kindles a bipolar mind:
like a hunter hard on his prey, the nights
revive a dark, dysphoric mood; then grind
the soul to abject lows from perfect heights.

And when from states of bliss to states of woe
the spirit goes, even a soul born high
longs for eternal sleep where the dead go;
where the departed no more howl or cry.

But if this dire dilemma be a soul's plight,
then they will fight it to their final breath;
and some will succumb to their hellish flight,
where madness can be a fate worse than death!

All will change, and find some meaning again:
most will adjust, whilst some will go insane.




Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-11 at 12:17

Tags Bipolar  Meaning  Melancholy 

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You write vey knowingly about a place most of us here inhabit from time to time. Thanks for this.
2021-02-11


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Ngoc (Nguyen)
Ken D
2021-02-11