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When my arms embrace darkness

One can only think it harmless

Until pain is caressed

And death is undressed


With throes of sick lament

I passed through death, unkempt

Oh, there my soul rest!


I hear church bells

Atop the lonely tower

Ring cold death knells

For my blackest hour


Carnivorous ravens fled

Into midnight hours

Where salty tears bled

Upon funeral bowers


Oh, there my body rest!

My passage through death, unkempt

On thrones of sick lament


And death is undressed

Until pain is caressed

One can only think it harmless

When my arms embraced darkness

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Comment by JB Sullivan on July 18, 2011 at 11:50pm
That poem is just me dealing with my Bi Polar. Its more of a release from... unpleasant thoughts. I write quite a lot of it. That to be honest, is the least dark. I have more but some of them are too personal to be released. As for what you said, I agree. Totally. I dont see death as something to fear. I see as another birth into something unknown; another life, another snese of higher being.
Comment by JB Sullivan on July 18, 2011 at 11:57pm
Oh and thank you for saying you like it. I'm nervous about showing my poetry as I dont think its very good. :)
Comment by JB Sullivan on July 20, 2011 at 12:04am
Thank you, Rege. I appreciate your support. Writing has helped immensely with my Bipolar. Its a key element of my life as a hobbie and also my medication at times. Still, thank you. :)


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