The Fight

manic depression

You’re running to battle
You’re slashing and slaying

You’re running from battle
there on your knees praying

There all a-humble
You’re finding some peace

There your mind churning
Your forehead a-crease

For what are you searching?
A way to know Why?

And how feel the answers?
Your hands shake, mouth dry

But this is your fare
Just parts of your feast

Running or kneeling…
…enjoy them at least.