last night, i fell into a deep sleep. i didn't wake up for a long time. when i did, i was confronted by this great vacancy i have become. i am so keenly aware of fragility at this moment.
this is what i remember today.
truth is a vacancy, dream, panic
i dream in panic
afraid that I will wake up
i dream of falling
as panic spills out of my pores
in relief
i have a nightmare
that i don’t wake up from
i live with thoughts of
beginnings becoming endings
transforming the panic of indecision
with the final choice
of surrender
i cannot wait
for a revolution of clarity
or resolution of the ache
for the right time
we all knew it would come to this
we shared a secret, violent in its silence
no believes circumstantial evidence
people want ‘show-me-the-scars’ truth
my truth is a vacancy
i’ve never been in a place i should be
the search has been bitter and bloody
my era of trying to be seen is over
everything has broken
as casually as closing
a bank account
there’s no interest
in saving a life
already declared lost
Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Truth is a vacancy, dream, panic
Labels:
bipolar,
bipolar disorder,
mental illness,
nightmares,
poem,
poemetry,
poetry,
suicide
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