All-Or-Nothing Thinking
For what reason this all-or-nothing thinking?
Too hot, too cold,—but never in the middle
I live, a victim of this ruthless riddle
(that contradicts reply, and has me sinking)!
This anarchy of mind that's got me drinking
is never gray, but too much or too little
like a deranged instrument, a fiddle,
that counterpoints a melody without blinking.
Unlike my thinking, life's not black or white
but somewhere in the middle, where insane
mad souls escape manic, neurotic thoughts
like refugees from their demented plight,
a Scylla and Charybdis that won't drain
the swirling currents of bipolar's storms.
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2020
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