Hey guys
When I feel poopy I like writing to help regulate some of the moods. Most of what I write literally goes straight in the shredder, but I thought that what I wrote today was possibly worth pseudonymously posting here, at the least.
Usually I vomit long streams of consciousness onto paper, but today I wrote a short poem. It probably isn't all that good, but I like it.
Reflections on my time in [REDACTED], Type Two Bipolar, and the Time [REDACTED] Almost Killed Me
Solemn slumber; quiet night
Woken by the flashing bright
Searching for a remedy
My dearest weeps, but not for me
Though I am on the verge of death
I have a pulse, but have not breath
Boiling inside, I begin to shout
For the evil within and nights without
With scepter and crown I assume my reign
Monarch of the most depraved domain
And shaken I am, down to my soul
When, said she, she must annul
And quoth the serpent whom I abhor
"I don't know you any more"
