With all of us of split poles there seem to be demons. I met my soulmate, also bipolar. We were together for only three years.
We knew each other from the start.
He knew me; I knew his heart.
He fulfilled me but destroyed me as well.
He took me to heaven; I'd end up in Hell.
Our visions the same, our plans, our schemes,
We were beset by mirrored impracticable dreams.
Pursued by demons of varied addictions,
and led through a battery of rending afflictions.
We lived life the fullest, not always wise.
We battled our demons -- our way of life.
Through emotion and spirit we could not part
The thought unacceptable to both our hearts.
Driving his car on a gray dismal night.
a sudden twist in the road missed his sight.
Death soon parted us as I sadly watched
the eternal solution to a lovers’ paradox.
M JajdelskiCampbell Copyright May 2004

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