he is a manic
barely suppressed
creative genius
and a depressed
non-conformist
a total artist
on fire with ideas
and drowning in
inky black sludge
his soul stuck
in both places
two sides that
repell each other
like the positive
and negative poles
of a magnet
from that struggle
comes the art
you might think
that being bi-polar
is the most natural
thing on earth
since the earth
itself is bi-polar
no they said
you are broken
so take these pills
to fix you
and you will be
no longer burning
no longer trapped
like a sloth
in a tar pit
you will be free
and so the burning
of his soul
ended
out it crawled
from the sludge
and there it sat
not moving
feeling nothing
creating nothing
no more pain
no more joy
and no more art
Fuck. That’s bang on.
I have seen it first hand. Being a creative genius has consequences. but dealing with the consequences also takes away the genius.
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