cyclothymia


I am not sure of much these days,
They seem seamless both night and day,
I wander with my body and soul,
No peace within this sad lost man,

Is something good going to happen,
I sometimes wonder if i am here,
To feel good and at one with myself,
Oh for that wondrous light,

I can wake each day with fear and dread,
I am a zombie a robot that has closed the curtain,
No light allowed,i did that,
I turned away and now i am in trouble.

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