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,
floating,
aimlessly dazed …
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