Oct 26
When I scream do you listen or do you just hear
Do you know that it’s panic, anxiety, fear
When depression attacks, leaves me deep in the well
Do you know that I’m lost; I’ve been dropped into hell
I try to escape; I long for salvation
But no exit is near on bipolar vacation
October 27th, 2009 at 6:36 pm
The poem is filled with powerful imageries of life at its most desperate. Honesty at its most brutal. Still it can be possible that the one you love can not see what we beg them to see. I think they are in too much pain to look. There will be many people who read your poem and are taken there with you. Very well done.
Maree Cowan
A follow traveler on the road of Bipolar