The Shift
A mind racing, losing time,
A broken truth, a fragile climb.
A racing mind, a frantic pace,
The world is brilliant, full of grace;
"I'm everything"
A leaden soul, a heavy dread,
The world is gray, the colours bled;
"I am nothing"
No One
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 08/06/2025
Poet's note: The poem tells the story of the manic highs and depressive lows of bipolar.
I wrote this for a friend who suffers from bipolar.
Written today 6 Aug 25
It helps me remember who difficult it can be for my friend.
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