Jamesbrowne
03-27-2008, 11:53 PM
I wrote this poem for my dad who unfortunately suffers from a mental disorder Called Bi-polar syndrome (or something along those lines) its about how I hate him for how he is but also how I could never stop loving him because he taught me some of the most important lessons in my life. It's also about my fear of one day inheriting the disease. It's called "Jim".
North pole seemed to bleed
it let the masses in,
A swarm of tangled trust and deeds
a love that made me grin,
Then the south conspired against
the opposite of course,
took my love and made a fence
staked down by hatreds force
Rogue emotions and twisted thoughts
None of which i see and feel,
but reported by those entwined
My deepest fear is real,
Thank you father for your gift
of knowledge and of honor,
And also for the solid truth
That I come first.
North pole seemed to bleed
it let the masses in,
A swarm of tangled trust and deeds
a love that made me grin,
Then the south conspired against
the opposite of course,
took my love and made a fence
staked down by hatreds force
Rogue emotions and twisted thoughts
None of which i see and feel,
but reported by those entwined
My deepest fear is real,
Thank you father for your gift
of knowledge and of honor,
And also for the solid truth
That I come first.