[Written: 2024-10-21]

Nowhere left to run,

But, the beat of the drum goes on.

Skills and experience unravelled,

By priceless sense of pride in life travelled.

I am devasted without means to hold my own,

And consumed with a feeling of being alone.

My path has ended here,

With the rest of me, I see clear.

Now, I am only capable of being incapable,

And the rest of me tattooed unstable.

Even if I feel surrounded by energy and light,

To go on feels like a fight with all others out of sight.

The place that holds me is as beautiful as a dream,

But, I feel enveloped by negativity that sits as close as the clothes that I wear, being undone at the seam.

Some days I feel so dead that I wish I could wake into any nightmare,

So, I can feel something again and show people I care.

Until then,

My enemies and friends.

Just take heed and beware,

Of the animal inside my mind called the bi-polar bear.