Pendulum
Mood swings
Emotions racing out of control
Chameleon dragster,
my mind is a desert road
Right now I feel like a ten-year-old,
whose giddy with getting a happy meal
Who knows, one hour from now ...
I could be middle aging,
full of sad regrets about the life I lived
The pendulum swings
If I pop a pill, I can slow it down
But I won't do it
I want the pendulum to keep dropping
to the ground
Down, down, down
is my mood right now
A kid shouldn't have to grow up in a home
where the parents' smiles are always upside down
in a frown
The pendulum continues to swing
Now I'm at a playground,
sitting on a hard, wooden thing
Moving back and forward,
going up, up, up
I'm singing with the birds,
swinging in the air ...
watching the other children run around
like ants, making joyous sounds
Then slowly I start to come down,
swinging back and forth,
and when my feet touch the ground ...
The pendulum stops
It's blade slicing my soul in half,
I don't know whether to cry or to laugh
Got a split personality, doctors say
Sometimes I pace the floor all night,
sometimes I sleepwalk all day
Think I will pop that pill,
and raise the pendulum back up
See if there's anything left of me to cut
This poem is dedicated to anyone, and/or their loved ones,
who suffers from chronic mood disorder
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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