A DreamA dream, a dream, where I tremble and dread!
The death bells toll, and I hear their echoing knell.
The grave, the grave, where I lie as if dead;
like a corpse now buried deep in bipolar hell!
So, it is! This manic-depressive disease:
a malady, a curse, an evil psychosis,
a bane and blight of the sick and ill at ease,
a mental illness of persistent necrosis.
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2022-09-30 at 12:33
Tags Dreams  Bipolar  Depression
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