All-or-Nothing Thinking

For what reason this all-or-nothing thinking?
Too hot, too cold,óbut 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 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
mad souls escape manic, neurotic thoughts
like refugees from their demented plight,
a Scylla and Charybdis that won't drain
the swirling currents of bipolar's storms.

Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-07-11 at 03:35

Tags Bipolar  Scylla  Charybdis 

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I think that this is your best poem, so far. The one line, "I'll know, see, and sense my world in a way," is a real gem.