Bipolar, depression, dark beast of destruction
growling like a rabid dog, always drooling
for the fall of yet another of your victims.
Daily on the track of every vulnerable victim,
haunting them, until they stumble and fall,
getting confused between euphoric highs
and devastating lows, constantly in pain.
Shunned by man because of lack of
understanding and compassion,
their cry for help being seen
for pure selfishness.
Sunshine child, forced to live
on the cold shady side of the sun,
the bright sunny side of the moon,
never to feel the warmth of the sun,
nor the tender caress of the moon’s rays,
sadly, always on the wrong side of the sun
as well as that of the tender moon.
Sunshine child, there are those who shun,
And others that understand, those who have
compassion, and warm hearts for your pain,
because you are unwillingly forced, helpless,
to live on the shady side of the sun
and the sunny side of the moon.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written in understanding and compassion
for those who bear the burden of depression
and to honour those who live with these
troubled people, standing by them,
supporting them every gruelling day.
© Copyright : Bigfoot – August 2009
(201 Words)
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