My Day

My Day

A Poem by jimmy45
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Bipolar disorder

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No sleep,
no dreams,
no relief from the blade and blood.

Twice
a call to death
denied.

A swallow,
meds bitter,
awake still.

Fried brain,
pain,
body cramps, head throbs.

Anesthesiologist, IV,
Cut me open,
Wires from chest to nerve.

Slumber, nightmares,
Shades and ghouls from the past.
I am still haunted.

© 2015 jimmy45



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you captured some peoples life in just a few sentences. This is a great poem, even though it's macabre.

Posted 2 Years Ago


We create our own ghosts
and we dream them
and we live them

only a brave few
say hell to the no
i wont be scared


Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This here explains my life and I cannot wait to see more writing from you. Please add me as a friend from me.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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jimmy45
jimmy45

Temecula, CA



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very new to writing and I would love to get to know other writers more..

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