Awake night light

jungle twisted
branches of thought.

One character linked to the
insane personality of the other.

Bipolar in a universe of singles.
The fear of aloneness hearing

cracks in your walls; the joy
jumbling into the municipal pool

in Hillside, Illinois at 3 am.
Bipolar, bewitched, and alone.

Late to work staring at your
employer dart split eyes.

Tattered with memories dancing
on the tablecloth with glee

slapped on the face with a teaspoon
just to feel the sadness leave.

Bipolar, bewitched, and alone.
Seldom ever hear happiness

that doesn't sound like a fire
siren camping in your eardrums.

Meds crank up & crank down;
moods follow the meds

or do meds follow the moods?
Personal wars echo words in my ears.

Even during silent times the night
roars like street jungles.

Bipolar, bewitched, and alone.


words: Michael Lee Johnson, Chicago
picture: Jeff Crouch, Texas (more)


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