Up on the lofty peaks of loneliness
I call out my signal of distress.
I can only resist the temptation so long
to plummet down deep into the throng.
The thin air up here makes me weak,
it is hard to breathe, let alone speak.
I know what awaits me down there
Internal emptiness and vacuous stares
But my spirit is not yet free to fly
My body weighs me down each time I try.
From the thicker air I can rejuvenate,
down in the depths, where the crowds congregate.
But I must show resolve, continue to resist
Keep steady and strong, with tightly clenched fists.
Call out on high, believing one day I will find,
maybe not ability to fly, but a kindred spirit of mind.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Bipolarity
PoesíaFrom the depths of despair, to happiness and joy. My emotions go from one extreme to the other and these poems reflect that.
