The Stranger Departs
Terzanelle #1 : post-manic
(For my brothers and sisters with Bipolar - CD 08/02/22)
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I stare awhile into the back-yard land,
At peace, at last, since sun has banished storm,
And wave away the Stranger with my hand.
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I feel his ice-hot presence leave my form.
Beyond the trees that hide the railway track,
At peace, at last, since sun has banished storm.
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I wish confusion for His journey back,
Or else that He gets lost in wandering rings,
Beyond the trees that hide the railway track,
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That no mind's found to store His poisonous things.
I hope that He disperses into light,
Or else that He gets lost in wandering rings.
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That ever-tempest, constant fight-or-flight,
with lifeless thoughts that He leaves in his wake,
I hope that He disperses into light.
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To calm my mind for my own future's sake,
I stare awhile into the backyard land,
with lifeless thoughts that He leaves in his wake,
And wave away the Stranger with my hand.
About the Creator
Conor Darrall
Short-stories, poetry and random scribblings. Irish traditional musician, sword student, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com
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