9. Poetry I

I like to write poems, and this blog offers me a no judgment zone as well as an avenue to record them without cluttering up my desktop!

This one, in the form of a villanelle,  is about the struggle with Bipolar Disoder:

Surrender

My war is done; I’ve lost the fight.

To my equal, life long enemy

So I welcome the dark in place of the light

Though I knew that she would be right

Though I tried to laugh, to dream, to see

My war is done; I’ve lost the fight

When the sun never warmed, no matter how bright

I knew in my heart I’d never be free

So I Welcome the dark in place of the light

I gave her my all, and Am proud of my might

But all that I built was only debris

My war is done; I’ve lost the fight

I never knew day I only knew night

A sinking ship, no match for the sea

So I welcome the dark in place of the light

There was never hope, no point in flight

No chance of escape, from myself I can’t flee

My war is done; I’ve lost the fight

So I welcome the dark in place of the light

I used villanelle because one of my favorite poems uses it: Tichborne’s elergy

He wrote it on the eve of his execution for trying to kill Elizabeth I, I think that is badass since all I would be doing the night before is probably fear peeing and finally attempting to figure out masturbation