A Dream Expanded

A dream, a dream, where I tremble in dread!
The death bells toll, and I hear their piercing knell.
The grave, the grave, where I lie as if dead;
like a corpse now buried deep in bipolar hell!

Darkness and gloom, woe and despair, I know.
Like sheep, my Joy is carried to the slaughter;
and torn out, her heart is eaten by the crows
as fresh blood spills, and mingles with the water.

Pure Bliss, the stuff of Joy, is never mine.
Like meat for sacrifice, she is killed and bled:
her soft flesh, cooked with herbs, oil, and spiced wine,
is prayed over; then devoured till all are fed.

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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-02 at 11:37

Tags Dreams  Bipolar  Depression 

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Mick Bean
A great read. Thank you