Why the rage? Why the burden? <br />I can dropp it all without a second thought <br />except to linger and spread word of handsome things <br /> <br />Why the hunger? Why the coal? <br />I can light it all up with my sardonic self. <br />and laugh at lit shadows on the bathroom wall <br /> <br />I want to die sometimes. Is that normal? <br />Or is it wondering about what is beyond? <br />I am not faithful. Only curious. <br /> <br />I want cessation sometimes. I want no war. <br />No haggled thoughts or ponderance on who I was <br />I want ashes spread and gone <br /> <br />But is there hope for me and what I represent? <br />I wonder sometimes at the fog. <br />Where did the happy childhood go?<br /><br />Poet Dragon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/questions-from-a-bi-polar-freak/
