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About This Poem
The Fall
Stumbling
in low darkness
I fall
against
that damp brick wall,
my every surface
rubs grime and slippery.
I roll bug-like into myself,
a vain attempt
to protect
what hope
or dignity
I have
left.
This poem is about the depression phase of the bipolar cycle. It is accompanied by another poem titled "Flight," describing the manic phase.
For the "Under the Influence" contest
Jack Jordan
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