Dwelling in here is beauty and
catastrophe…limitless imagination…bountiful frustration.
The moon resides more often than the sun.
An enticing tide, Poetic ride.
The beast finds me no matter where I run.
Power finds me, controls me, elicits behaviors exceeding the one I call me.
Seraphs in heaven weep and pound their fists…
Even they in their bliss,
can’t bring me peace.
being on bended knees.
Peace eludes me.
© bipolarmuse 2011
~written in August of 2011