A Battle with Bipolar

Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 44

Silent, my heart alone in the realm of
the dead; yet my fiery spirit still burns
in its desire and pleasure of pure love
In this darkness, ripened apples hang in
the trees ready to fall into my night
I wait for their sweetness to hush the din
The noise of my thoughts is gripping me tight
Alone, my shattered mind endlessly churns
Rehashing the past into here and now
Will I be free to see the light above
To look in your eyes and know it’s all right
To hold your hand as you help me to win
And keep my promise in a scared vow
The battle for love must triumph somehow

©JGFarmer2020

2 thoughts on “A Battle with Bipolar

  1. I was dazzled by these wondrously poetic lines……
    “n this darkness, ripened apples hang in
    the trees ready to fall into my night
    I wait for their sweetness to hush the din
    The noise of my thoughts is gripping me tight”

    Liked by 1 person

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