23 November, 2014

Rain To Snow: A Bipolar Life

Rain buckets down
Upon my head, pounding
Pounding me insane.

Withdrawal into my
Secure cacophony of thoughts
Racing like the rain.

Problems solved,
Can't be so far ahead that
My thoughts turn to fog.

Pounding, scrambled,
Racing through time at warp
Speed, never settle on one.

Conversations explode
From  my mouth like lightening and raiin
Brightens my tormented mind

Frozen, my mind turns to snow
I wait while snow drifts through the silenced air
I am calm with the silence in my ear.

Copyright Denise A White

01 November, 2014

Pain

Pain's source, unknown
Excruciating, piercing, pain!

Why me now, in the darkness;                    
Why me now, in the night's middle?

I'll take the bottled medicine,
Hoping it will magically work.

Prayer, out loud, to an unseen spiritual.
Help me, please, I can't do it alone in the dark.

I'll do what you tell me,
The pain needs putting to a deep sleep.

The pain is now just a low furnace burn,
Resulting in a sleepy-eyed, pain tolerable me.