bipolar swings
sometimes gives me wings
to soar and fly
but often when i land
i feel the sinking sand
and trudging go
so depressed - and low
extremes -
i go both ways
regret my zeal
as a result of that
fast spinning mental wheel
do things for which
i feel remorse later
my worried mind
its own squirrel cage debater
God, restore balance
to this little engine of mine
i'd just like to be happy
in a peaceful state of mind
Harlan Simantel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bipolar-swings/
