Bipolar

[NoRule]

Her hollow eyes of purple shade
Gaze deep inside another day
When grass was black and sky was grey
Above her glade of broken memories

Her fist entombs a shattered shard of pain
Upon her knees, she strikes in vein
Because her soul has been sucked dry
By the leeches that feed inside

Yet with a smile on a softer day
A fleet of clouds came in to stay
Acid rain burned through the ground
And melted everything away

And inside her glade the grass grew green
As a ray of warming light shone through the grey

[everyadventure]

Leeches-- that's good. I used rats in my last poem, but leeches is better :)

[NoRule]

Leeches-- that's good. I used rats in my last poem, but leeches is better :)

I thought it was good, too :P thanks

[ampoule]

Because of the title I was hesitant to read this as I have a loved one who suffers this. But I'm glad I did as it helps get a picture of what he may be feeling inside. I couldn't help wondering...hallow or hollow? try or dry?
Now I must read your other poems.

[NoRule]

ampoule,

The poem isn't about the physchological illness itself but rather the dichotomy of happiness and sadness, hope and hopelessness, the polar extremes one experiences during life.
Thanks for pointing out those mistakes I made. I did mean hollow and dry, ha! Even when I proofread I didn't notice.
Also, thanks for your input, I'm glad you liked it!
NoRule