Sonnet of what we are cursed with...

by Steve Huff

You're bipolar, she said, I HAVE to check.
Surely you understand--I'm not accusing you
but mania needs fuel, and the fuel is sex
Like when we first met and you could screw
Until sunrise and start over again.
I'm not accusing you, I love you, babe--
But I know fire can course through your veins
Compulsion rule, madness create
Depression crush, push death in your face--
make you run wild like an animal in heat
So that is why I look, though it makes my heart race,
and see what places you seek retreat
when you prowl like a demon all night on the 'net.
I need to know the animal I keep in my bed.

Steve Huff is a member of our Bipolar Disorder community, and originally posted this poem on our Forum.