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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 …



art from google

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