11 minutes

by Maple Tree   Feb 3, 2021


11:21 pm and sorrow hits me
again, again and again.

Ghosts of past lovers
dance around thoughts
like an annoying mobile
not to entertain, just reminding
me of past failures and other things;

A woman at a 11:23 pm writes
in a corner as bedtime approaches;
medication doesn't always take the mental
illness nightmare away, it just hushes it a little.

I have manic thoughts
like secrets, hidden from others
except readers of my poems,
they call it art
and I like to think
of this Bi Polar wheel
as a pretty shade of blush pink
petals, falling to the floor
day after valentines- Belly full of chocolates.

11:32 pm
going to end this,
hush....
it's time to sleep.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Milo

    Thoughts swirling all around like snowflakes, sometimes it's okay to swirl around too and catch whatever snowflakes you can before you dream. Trungpa rinpoche calls it touch and go meditation.

  • 3 years ago

    by Star

    I keep rereading this, it reminds of an old write of yours, but I cant exactly remember which one it is!

    Very raw and heartfelt <3

  • 3 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, totally relatable for many of us on this site. You write honestly, I feel your pain. Hugs my friend-

  • 3 years ago

    by Stuti Singh

    I really like the way you've said so much while revealing nothing.

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