Im falling into
a deep abyss,
blind blackness
smothering my air.
My hold loosens
on fairys’ golden thread,
my hands slipping
toward it’s visible end.
I release,
as burning pain
breaks my hold….
Free falling,
I cannot touch the sides
as I bullet
down the abyss
toward Misery’s black hole.
To slow downward spiral…
To grasp the golden rope…
To see glowing light….
To fly upward
with gossamer wings……
∞ π ∞
Sometimes I feel like I am free falling into a black hole…….
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This poem focuses on unconstructed thoughts and feelings associated with bipolar disorder based on traumatic life events in my past.
Pleides Poetic form: 7 lines and 6 syllables, the beginning letter of the sentence starts with the same letter as the title.
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Often I wish that I could go back in time and erase mistakes. I was full of these feelings when I wrote this poem.
This was an attempt to, in a very few powerful words, describe the blackness of bipolar depression.
Senryu: the style is the same as Haiku but the theme is related to feelings and relationships.
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