Sonnet: “A Bipolar Cliché”

Life as a manic-depressive's so drab
and wearisome at times; it's quite enough
to drag me down where I don't feel so tough.
When manic I have the rare gift of gab;
at such times, I wish I can take a cab
to the club, get drunk, and act like a rough;
but I don’t as I fear the Feds's rebuff;
so, I behave like a rat in their lab.
My life's so full of hopelessness it seems;
if I could I would end it right away,
but that'd be taking it to great extremes
and drama; instead, I read books all day
and craft poems of more deviant, droll themes—
oh, that I weren’t a bipolar cliché!

Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-25 at 11:30

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
It seems you have control over the moods. Another well-written sonnet describing the other side of the bipolar disorder. A sigh of relief that it can be handled and accepted however painful.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Keep on writing, lance the boils!