The Fall

Written by: Jack Jordan

in low darkness
I fall 
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 

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