The Poet-Super Sonnet Sunday: All Under Control

Delirious he,
Delirious she,
Delirious me,
Delirious thee.

Mania and Dementia,
Manic and Depressive,
Twins on the same coin, hallelujah,
Yet suddenly compressive.

Bi-polar disorder, you old fiend,
Or claim you Sheogorath be,
From thee the Joker has many things gleaned,
Constant accursed companion you are to me.

Mental health is not a joke,
Trapped in this monster’s eternal yoke,
My brains spill out little more than yolk,
And, I’ll feel as if I never woke.

On paper, it’s easy to be mad,
The audience merely thinks it’s an act,
In reality, I’m not all that bad,
I’d say I’ve got plenty of tact.

Negative thoughts, self-deprecation, all under control,
I’ll at least let you think I’m playing that role.

Ryan S. Kinsgrove

RSK

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The Poet: One Year From Now

One year from now,
I’ll be unrecognizable,
Don’t ask how,
I’m more than capable.

I’m going to change,
The old me is dead,
I’ll burn away my mental mange,
And, seal it in a tomb of lead.

Don’t doubt me,
I’m behind this with all my heart,
Just wait and see,
Success will be my primary part.

I can succeed without a doubt,
I will succeed, I’ll tout it out.

Ryan S. Kinsgrove

RSK

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