Grief, inherently mine,
Reaches into my mind’s
Eye, as color-leached
Yearning fades to greys.
Softened, muted, faded me,
Collated from a series of
Aging events, articulates
Loss, unleavened and undefined.
Eternally greyscaled, my disordered mind.
Acrostic: a poetry form where the first letter in the line spells out a word by the end of the poem that is related to the theme of the rhyme.
Fantasies of a Forlorn Fairy 
wow, now i feel sad. praying for you…
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Just a commentary on bipolar disorder. Im not in the suds right now.
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Poignantly sad poem, but brilliantly written. I hope you are doing okay sweet friend! xoxox
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Sigh, up and down. Im pretty discouraged over my job, among other things.
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Just hold tight. Be strong.
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