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Bipolar is notorious
and is not glorious,
but instead is hazardous
and can be dangerous
for reasons that are obvious
to others that me be curious,
of an illness
they do not
will not
and cannot
understand.
You cannot see the pain
that eats away my heart and soul
creating death to live inside me.
Only a beating heart placed inside a carcass
where living and breathing a breath of life
seems too difficult and painful for survival,
reaching the bottomless bottom of a deep dark pit of despair and sorrow,
only to somehow miraculously overcome that fall and deep dark grave,
to rapidly rise to an extreme floating hot air balloon swirling high
into the skies above and beyond anything imaginable
to a brain that is void of any mania or bipolar.
My brain, my racing rapid flying thoughts and ideas inside me,
encompassing and overtaking every inch of my…
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Grief Poetry 