All-Or-Nothing Thinking
For what reason this all-or-nothing thinking?Too hot, too cold,—but never in the middle
I live, a victim of this ruthless riddle
that contradicts reply (and has me sinking!?).
This anarchy of mind that's got me drinking
is never gray, but too much or too little
like a deranged, mad instrument, a fiddle,
that counterpoints a melody without blinking.
Unlike my thinking, life's not black or white
but somewhere in the middle, where insane
poor souls escape manic, psychotic thoughts
like refugees from their depressive plight,
a Scylla and Charybdis that won't drain
the swirling stream of mania's onslaughts.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2020-07-11 at 03:35
Tags Bipolar  Scylla  Charybdis 
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