September
A poem about a bipolar person’s loved one sorting out their feelings after experiencing their loved one’s behavior during a manic episode.
September is tainted
so devastated, I fainted
Fall to my knees in agony
This isn’t how it was meant to be!
I tried so hard not to believe
the words hurled at me that did cleave
my heart in two, murdering my love
I cried out for help from the heavens above
“Help him!” I begged aloud
“He is trapped in an evil shroud
Save his soul, save his mind
I love him so…I can’t leave him behind.”
Now that he’s been saved
The road to healing has been paved
but the one thing I still can’t disguise
is my doubt of what lies behind those eyes
I ask and ask…do you love me?
Just trying to remove evil memories
It’s not that I doubt the love is there
as I lay here with my soul laid bare
Please tell me the darkness is gone!
Tell me that I did nothing wrong
I don’t want to spend decades getting older
being tortured with shades of bipolar