Awake night light
jungle twisted branches of thought.
One character linked to the
insane personality of the other.
Bipolar in a universe of singles.
The fear of aloneness hearing
cracks in your walls; jumbling joy
of jumping into the municipal pool
in Hillside, Illinois at three o’clock A.M.
Bipolar, bewitched, and alone.
Late to work staring at your
Employer, dart split eyes.
Tattered with memories dancing
on the tablecloth with glee
slapped on the face with a teaspoon
just to feel the sadness leave.
Bipolar, bewitched, and alone.
Seldom ever hear happiness
that doesn’t sound like a fire
siren camping in your eardrums.
Meds crank up and crank down;
moods follow the meds
or do meds follow the moods?
Personal wars echo words in my ears.
Even during silent times the night
roars like street jungles.
Bipolar, bewitched, and alone.
