CONCERNED
When did you last eat.
Have you taken all your meds;
how many hours did you sleep.
What is going on in your head.
Do you still have thoughts
you sooner would be dead.
Four in the afternoon;
why are you in bed?
Had a sandwich yesterday.
I have now run out of bread.
Do not trust antipsychotics;
I will neither be suppressed nor led.
I must walk a path
demons fear to tread.
What was the question?
I have completely lost the thread.
Slept for two hours this morning.
Last night, I wrote
until my middle finger bled.
Tasted my triumph;
stained my journal red.
As for friends and family;
most of them, frustrated, fled.
Others voice concern, disturbed
by powerful verse that they have read.
Ha!
You should see and hear the things
I keep locked away, unsaid.
ABOUT THE POEM: "Concerned was about a conversation with a mental health professional. I am under their care at present."
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BIPOLAR
Body failing, aching, getting thinner.
Again, I skip lunch and dinner.
Irritated by busy streets and crowds.
"Bloody move!"
Did I say that out loud?
Panicking, my family, and my closest friends.
Believing, soon my life should end.
Olanzapine; ten milligrams, then increasing doses;
to control my psychosis.
Learning to still my manic mind.
Music and writing helps, I find.
Awake for twenty two hours a day. My racing
thoughts never go away.
Repetition, same questions again and again.
If I were not mad enough already;
this would have driven me insane!
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PSYCHOSIS
Stormful romantic
passion no profanity.
I find it sacrilegious
so many live so pallidly.
I devour gifts of knowledge
with carnal voracity.
If this be perversion;
that is my concern, my calamity.
So blasphemously polite;
the level headed, the diplomatic.
My freakery is disturbance
to the silently pragmatic.
Expressions of excitement
a psychosis perceived as problematic:
Facing criticism with valiancy.
No ordeal nor test could be traumatic.
Farcical, childish, joyful;
the frenzy of my vivacity.
Join the dance
shun societal morality.
Have a little fun with depravity.
Hurry, run, catch up!
I will show to you the bliss
within so called insanity.
ABOUT KATHRYM
"I am bipolar and have been going through bipolar mania. I also experience psychosis, and write every day, as it is my coping mechanism."
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