11:00 AM
My words have left you breathless
I look deep into your eyes
You feel how much you mean to me
Until I take off my disguise
1:00 PM
My words have left you broken
You're hurting on the inside
From the horrible things I say
I'm another Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
4:00 PM
My words are still apologetic
My heart is filled with grief
I hate how much pain I've caused
Yet our words become less brief
8:00 PM
My words are warm and caring
We are snuggling in bed
It's like before didn't happen
But with me there's always suffering ahead
A contest entry
- Mental Illness by piccola.
1000 points, ended November 13, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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I found out, only much later, what the problem had been with my mother. She was bi-polar. You described what it was like to live with someone like this. She slipped into altzhiemers during the last ten years of her life. We never knew what she was really like. We are left with the puzzle of how to love her. Yes, your poem is well presented and it is absolutely accurate.
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yep...one moment to the next we don't know how we'll feel and even when we want to stop we seem unable to...then the guilt takes over and it's just on and on and on. Thank you for sharing this.
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