Acrylic on wood, 10×16

Both the title and inspiration come from Despise This Disease

Despise This Disease

Thick and dark this moonless night,
Twisted and tangled the uphill narrow climb
Forward progress in disguise as affliction and deplorable defeat.
Each branch with it brings a slap to the face, every vine a poisonous thorn.

Behind the eyes lies torturous agony (full of despair)
Lost and solitaire with no one to find, and no one to search
Defying rational explanation, excruciating pain pervades.
No words to define, no pictures to paint, only despise this disease.

Never-ending, always scraping, scratching
Through the damp and dark cold towers.
Light will come? Momentary-
Just a microscopic lonely candle wickedly extinguished by the blasting blow.
Hatred for this journey, a stony, callous, cruel trick from god.

Traveling always, never to cease.
No joy, no breath, no scenic view
Only hatred for the disorder
Only live to despise this disease.

If only I’d known I would have declined
If only I’d have known no promises would I have made
If only I’d have known, I would be gone.

Bipolar’s roller coaster can present some interesting creations. Somewhere in the middle of a several month long depression I painted this piece on an old board. It was some time after 11pm when inspiration hit me suddenly. This was the result. The poem had been written during a previous depression with an upswing in between. Always interesting what creations occur in the midst of a struggle.

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