Bipolar Cliché

Life as a manic-depressive's very drab,
and wearisome at times; it's bad enough
to drag me down where I don't feel so tough.
When manic, I have the rare gift of gab;

when I do, I want to take a taxi cab
to the club; get smashed; and act like a rough:
but I don’t as I fear the cops' rebuff;
so, I behave like mice trapped in a lab.

My life's so full of hopelessness, it seems;
if I could, I would end it right away;
but that'd be taking it to dire extremes
and drama; so I oscillate all day,
and at night craft poems of less suicidal themes—
God! I'm such a wretched, bipolar cliché!

Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-25 at 11:30

Tags Bipolar  Manic  Depression 

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It seems you have control over the moods. Another well-written sonnet describing the other side of the bipolar disorder. A sigh of relief that it can be handled and accepted however painful.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Keep on writing, lance the boils!