A poem I wrote:
Can any of you relate? I'll bet you can...
Manic Depression
Category: Writing and Poetry
"Manic Depression"
Raging thoughts and visions, Swirl throughout my brain,
Whispers of death do comfort me, and promise me no more pain,
If life is but a library, and I an open book,
How O how will I find me, hidden within that nook?
Madness dwells within me, a river raging swell,
How to be delivered, from my own prison cell?
The darkness it does beckon me, it knows my secret shames.
Mockingly it laughs at me, and Knows I'm not the same.
Powerless to stop it, life is but a lie.
But still I struggle onward, living but to die.
The insanity it beckons, within these hardened halls.
The gates of hell are open, reminding me I'm so small.
A lighthouse it doth beckon, upon the stormy sea.
Promising deliverance, but it seems so far from me.
Adrift upon the darkness, like rotten wood upon the tide.
I think I'll keep on swimming, and try to survive the ride.
Mike Kirchner, April 18, 2009
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