art from google

bipolar blues …

twisting minefields,

tearing neurons,

imploding with ferocious intent,

till synapses freeze,

numbly content.

I am rendered wasted, unfazed,

while the mind falters,
stagnating in puddles of highs and lows,

dumbed down, the mind ceases to gallop,

pulling the reins as every real thought –

S  L  O  W  S

– idle,
inured, pharmaceutically hazed,

all emotion stunted, razed,


aimlessly dazed …

art from google