The beginning of my struggles
The end of my days
Nights with insufficient dreams
Shattered by reality
I awake to a broken world
Late to the party
Ready to toil for my soil
A soul that's the sole in this world
What it's like to be bipolar
In a mad mad universe
This prompt is all I have
Nothing else to give
Given up on hope
I clutch for dear life
To poetry and beyond
Code is all I speak in