I wished
I dreamed
I hoped
I prayed
I stayed alive
waiting
and waiting
sometimes barely holding on
waiting for that
lifesaving mixture
of that magical elixir
that would be the fix for
saving my life
from the hell
I have been forced to live in.
This dungeon
of dark gloom
in a blackened room
I live in
with too much
severe pain
and such,
sucking out
all the bits of life
I have left in me.
Hope disappeared
this I feared,
for without hope
what do I have?
I am drowning
in my mind of sorrow.
Will I still be here tomorrow?
Only if they find
something very soon
to save my mind
before the half to full moon
from my deep ferocious stain
of my deep dark-colored pain.
I’m waiting,
waiting
and waiting,
waiting for that
lifesaving mixture
that would be the fix for
saving my life
from the hell
I have been forced to live in
with my severe
bipolar
disorder…
I am sorry for your pain. Thank you for bravely sharing the challenges of your life.
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Thank you for your kind comments. I appreciate them greatly. Yes today is a very difficult today. For some reason writing my feelings and turning it into poetry seem to just flow so much easier when I am in pain….. thank you again for your kind words and I am glad you liked my poem. Hugs and blessings to you always. ❤
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