Poem: I Am Biguous

The Poem of a BiPolar Soul in Torment, or

I Am (Biguous)

I Am Love
I Am Hate
I Am Your Nemesis
I Am Your Best Mate
…
I Am Darkness
I Am Light
I Am Forgiveness
I Am Spite
…
I Am Noble
I Am Ashamed
I Am Not Guilty
I Am Blamed
…
I Am Fearful
I Am Bold
I Am Open-hearted
I Am Cold
…
I Am a Blessing
I Am a Curse
I Am for Better
I Am for Worse
…
I Am Single-minded
I Am Easy-to-Distract
I Am in Love with Fiction
I Am Confused, in Fact!
…
Yes,
I Am really Confused
I Am often Bemused
I’m sometimes Amused
I Am without a clue.
…
NB.
I Am the Truth
I Am a Lie
I don’t know whether I’m coming or going
But at least you can now see why!!

Poem: Coming Seconds and Seconds Coming

Seconds slip away

Straining to be first;

I am hungry for those seconds

Matched only by my thirst.

…[but for what?]

Each minute can seem huge

When waiting for your touch;

Ours, the precious moments,

Those timely treasures that we clutch.

…[too tightly?]

Dazed, I wander

Where the years have flown;

But none of them are lost

Because of all the memories that I own.

…[and in each revisit, I am enriched, I have captured time.]