4 April 2014

Isolation

 

isolation

There’s little respite

From this Bi Polar shit

On the streets repulsive

I walk naked and alone

Everyone can see

My brittle fractures

And injured psyche

It’s written on my face

And etched into my soul

So I keep my head down

Avoiding eye contact

But there’s no hiding place

For the tenderest

Of our species

No safe haven

On the street

Or in the home

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4 comments:

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    1. Just the lot of Bi Polar sufferers and I imagine it's no different for other mentally ill people.

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  2. Peaceful Flower5 April 2014 at 23:23

    Awesome writing John Jack of a such an awful subject. Well done!

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    1. I try to express the emotions thrown up by my condition, but it's difficult to convey the magnitude. Thank you for your kind comment Debra

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