Down the river I go
To the depths of Poseidon
As the Delta pours my broken soul
Into the sea of dispair.
Down the river I go
To a new day full of emptiness.
For the night has gone
And the current has drifted my soul away
Down the river I go
Stix is the beauty of her name
And the boat she accompanies is death
To take away my pain
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The Neo-Bipolar
PoetryIm actually terrified to share this stuff with you all. I struggle with a lot of demons and really just need the support and superficial attention that I lack. This is continued poetry from bipolar poems, just a new me, some newer thoughts, feelings...
