Bipolar’s Dungeon

Tunnels, drainages, hours of nothingness;

Blank stares, forced emotions, chains and shackles;

False hopes, anger, despair, tightening chest;

Spiraling out of control, paranoia, suspicion;

Peeling skin off ugly faces, muddy tears, panic;

Total loss of control, sinking, drowning;

Black pits, arm pits, pulling me up, face inches away;

Pulling me out of darkness, I love you, he says;

You’re going to be okay.