Sleep evades again and I scribe furiously to keep the demons at bay
Focus on tales far away
Music I can drift away to
Yet the pain comes
I write it out until the pain stills my aching hand once again
At last I sleep
The world - for a brief moment - is quiet, peaceful. Almost happy
Candles flicker across my dreaming eyes
Signalling the end, I clench my jaw to stop my cries
Refusal dies in my throat and I shoot up from my bed
I'm suffocating again
Drowning on regrets and desires for my pillow around my head, I swallow the pill
Again, I'm ready for the day.
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Poems: From a Manic Depressive
PoetryThey are not that well written to be honest. Rubbish trash mainly, but that's what I write so oh, well. It will mainly be depressing. Forewarning you that this was very emotional for me at one point or currently. I write about serious and non-seriou...
