CIRCADIAN RHYTHMS
Poem by Wendy Norman
Scattered leaves crowd the path
Awakening theories upon your wrath
Manic rhythms curse your blood
Ecstatic highs surge like flood
Reasonable or Normal is in Quandary
Obsessive debates with your conferee
Devils slave roars its head
Motions of sin lie ahead
Vaults of hell will ring its song
Enticement from the Ransomed throng
The golden path is but a strand
Where righteous crowns shake in the land
Shackles confine inside your head
Prickly thorns under your tread
Depths of expression won’t abate
Journeys forage is to make
In search of provisions to appease thy stride
Brilliance shines in glassy eyes
Photo by Herb Ritts
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Very clever ..a bipolar’s mindset?
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Yes and manic depression, glad you enjoyed it
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