Lost looking for reality poem bpdYou glide in an out of sight,

Dancing on the periphery of my memories,


So familiar that your presence is contemptuous,

Your movements so subtle and light,


A dark dance of delight heralds your arrival,

Your attire signifies the importance,


Soft and grey like ghostly apparition,

The quick passing melancholy,


In Victorian morning dress you take root,

Now my old friend we will sit and stay,


Face to face in darkest glow its the shadows that know,

Memories of the past revealed the emotions unsealed


And time does pass and things do change

My friend depression has gone away

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About Mr BPD

About Author. I have Borderline Personality Disorder and as a writer and poet I explore my madness through the creative arts. I have a personal belief that even in darkness light exists and it is a personal responsibility to always seek the light and I find the light in creating something.
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